An unforgettable lesson

An angel. A woman with black hair, floating in the wind, with a white outfit and long wings, was staring at them with her sparkling blue eyes, cold and furious. They turned to Maxwell, after looking at each other.

“Don't worry about knowing what she is. You won't remember anything once the heads have been buried, so I suggest you talk about it while you bury them.” Maxwell said and walked past them to the second floor window and, after exchanging a tender glance with the woman, went back to his room. He changed quickly, as he could hear Anna's birds approaching, and lay down. He felt pleasure when he felt her silky hands wrap around his body and, resisting the urge to have sex with her, he fell asleep.

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The next day, Anna woke up and heard the shower turn on. She looked over and Maxwell wasn't there. She couldn't think straight, nor could she reason. It took her a while to realize that Maxwell must have been in the shower, and the events of the previous day took shape in