Good Morning Gangy

"Good Morning, Angels!"
"Good Morning, Gangy!" Chorused the perky blondes and their smart, brunette colleague.

"What do you need this week, Gangy?" Raven asked boredly.
"Yeah?" Edge squeaked, "Do you want us to pose as towel boys in a Grecian bath house, in order to ferret out an illegal Speedos counterfeiting ring?"
"Or maybe you want us to pose as Oriental masseuses and spend an hour walking on the backs of burly mobsters, crushing them into accepting the just way of life?" Christian piped.
"Actually, Angels, I have a special mission for you this week." A printer beside the intercom the Angels usually listen to in their homebase beeped to life. A picture printed out, landing in Raven's hands. He turned pale white.
"The subject, as you can see, is a Mr...."
"Steven Richards!" Raven spat out.
"I think one of the Angel is getting testy," Gangy suggested.
"That's cause he hasn't had his morning BJ!" Giggled Edge.
Raven batted him across the forehead with the rolled-up picture, "This is no time to joke!"
"Gangy, tell us what's wrong with this...Mr. Richards." Christian asked.
"Well, this Mr. Richards has been making the lives of women everywhere just a little bit more vitriolic for a very long time...specifically, ever since Raven broke up with him. Your mission, Angels, is to get Mr. Richards his smile back. Oh yes, and make sure to run around in slow-motion on beaches in tiny bikini briefs."

All of the Angels except for Raven giggled in delight at the prospect of bounding half-naked across a beach.

***

4 Hours away in Portifino, FR.

Steven Richards moaned in a melancholy way to himself.

"Another day, another oppression." He sighed, tracing the surface of the water in his immense sunken bath. His rubber ducky nudged the palm of his hand, almost sympathetically He picked up his little yellow companion, "Oh, ducky-duck, only you understand me." He held the back of his hand to his forehead, "What does it take to get a little quality in my life, Lord?!"

With that, the skylight over his bath shattered in a shower of multi-colored shards. An impressive man was deposited directly into his lap.

He looked heavenward, "Thank you, Jesus!"

The man surfaced, choking on his foamy, pear-scented bath. Steven squinted through the steam. "Raven?"

"Um....."


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