"In fact now that I have you within arm's reach I think I will just whisk you off to hell right now as from all accounts you should have been with us years ago after all the mischief you have been getting up to your whole life. Come with me Princess we are leaving RIGHT NOW. You do not need to pack as we have everything you need down there. Let's go", he snarled the viscous thing that he was.

But I can not just go anywhere without packing, in hell I would need a portable air conditioner as it supposedly gets very hot down there, some new Missoni bikinis to look good whilst surrounded by hot flames, a year's supply of Hagen Daz Cookies and Cream ice cream and a designer pitch fork, which I am sure Ricky's will sell but I need to check. The list is endless. I can't just be whisked off without a moment's notice.

"I don't think so" I replied, and I stabbed him in the eye with a handy peacock feather which until then I had been using to tickle handsome angel men under the chin. "I am not going anywhere with you, find some other girl to abscond with, you crazy red faced devil nutjob."

I ran away through all the dancing heaving partying throngs of angels to find some heavenly protection.