(Unofficially The Angels Saga Volume 51)

The ValDan Agenda

Daniel Thomas Andrew Daly

Stories:

The ValDan Agenda

The ValDan Agenda 2

The ValDan Agenda 3

Azrael and Cosadriel go Camping

Kwintakel and the Rat

Ruth 32

The ValDan Agenda

'Gimme a screw,' said Sharakondra.

Valandriel put down his coloured pencil. Daniel paused typing on his PC. They looked up. They looked at Sharakondra.

'I need a screw,' she said.

'Me first,' said Valandriel.

'Fine,' said Daniel, returning to his typing.

'Ok, Shar. Let's start it this way,' began Valandriel. 'In the english language there is such a thing as colloquialisms. Colloquialisms are those lovely sayings which mean certain things, often not so literally but in a slang-like sense. So, when a hot babe, and you are a hot babe.'

'Yep, she's a hot babe,' said Daniel.

'As I was saying,' continued Valandriel. 'When a hot babe blurts out ''Gimme a Screw'. Well, how should I say it? Blokes listen. We've known you a while. I dare say both of us have wanted to give you a screw for a very long time now. Quite tempted in fact.'

'Thoroughly,' interjected Daniel.

'So, you should really choose your words carefully. A screw is of course a metal object. A device for use with wood and metal in manufacturing.'

'Naturally,' said Sharakondra, listening intently.

'But, dare I say it. It is also a fond slang term, particularly for Aussies. And a screw is a rude term involving certain rude activity.'

'I see,' said Sharakondra. 'Fascinating. Do go on.'

'My turn,' said Daniel. 'Yep, a screw is a hell of a good time. When you have the lady inebriated and she's saying yes and no and maybe, you just add in a bit more scotch, and she's all yours. And Screwing might be what is about to advent.'

'You don't say,' said Sharakondra. 'Amazing.'

'Right. Now babies can come from screwing,' said Daniel. 'I should know.. I've had heaps. So, that in mind, we'd like to hear that one more time, just in case you need to rephrase.'

Sharakondra smiled at them both, and put her head back to her work. She was grinning.

'Well?' inquired Valandriel.

'You want WHAT?' asked Daniel.

'Never mind,' she said giggling. 'I'll take care of it myself.'

'Right,' said Valandriel.

'I'm sure we could help,' said Daniel. 'But if you've got it covered, no problems.'

She looked at them both. 'You two are incorrigible.'

'I think she just wanted a screw,' said Valandriel to Daniel.

'There's some in the janitor cupboard,' said Daniel.

'Right,' said Sharakondra. 'Thanks.'

She continued on with her work. Daniel and Valandriel waited.

'Your screws,' said Daniel, typing away.

'Yep,' replied Sharakondra.

'Uh, yeh,' said Valandriel. 'The screws. In the cupboard.'

'Oh, yeh,' said Sharakondra. She looked at them both. 'You first Valandriel. The other room. Follow me.'

'What?' asked Valandriel.

Sharakondra stood, and Valandriel reluctantly followed her into the adjoining office. Daniel watched them go. 10 minutes later they came back in. Valandriel was in a disshevelved way and Sharakondra wiped her mouth. She looked at Daniel. 'Your Turn.'

Daniel stood, and followed her into the other room.

'Clothes. Take them off,' she said.. He stripped. She stripped also.

'Lay on the table. I've put down a mat.'

He got up on the table, and laid down. She got up, and started kissing his nipples and flicking them, then pashed him briefly, and touched his dick. She massaged it for a bit, and then guided it into cunt.

'Fuck me Daniel,' she said. They started fucking. He took about 3 minutes, and moaned, 'Fuck, I'm coming in your cunt Shara.'

He exploded and orgasm, and she'd been on one for about half a minute. 'Aw fuck,' he said.

She looked at him. 'One per day, alternating. You and Valandriel. I'm your slut now. I like you both. I need to be fucked, and Semyaza is just too stoned most of the time.'

'Sure,' said Daniel. He looked at her. 'Fuck, your hot.'

She got down. 'And wash shortly.'

And that was that.

The End

The ValDan Agenda 2

'Look, Shar. Not every day,' said Valandriel.

'Unsurprising,' replied Sharakondra.

'Come on,' said Daniel. 'Look, we know you are on the pool, and don't do anyone apart from Semyaza. Valandriel has a wife and a concubine who do nobody else, and he does nobody else. Me, I only do my wife Jessica, and very rarely Melanie and Gloryel. Melanie does only me and Mr Starr on occasions, and he only usually does his wife apart from Melanie. Gloryel only does Sariel and Christian Horner, and Christian only does his wife apart from Gloryel on rare occasions, and Sariel only does his woman in Dalnaphon apart from Gloryel on even rarer occasions.'

'Busy world,' replied Sharakondra.

'Once an aeon Melanie finds a lover, but is very strictly sex tested, both of them first. What I'm saying is that we've had a number of recent millennia threshing this out. The sex field we are part of is quite strict in its behaviour, and knows 100% about VD spread. We've got none, we're clean, and we keep it minimal enough that God is not too bothered about our shenanigans. We're not too rude to him. We know Semyaza just doesn't give a shit apart from you, and likes to get drunk and stoned anyway. So doing you is not too much of a problem. But we have consciences.'

'We actually do,' said Valandriel.

'So we can provide the stimulation you need, and we enjoy doing it, but only once every several decades, and that alternating.'

'Ok,' she said.

'So not every frikking day,' said Daniel.

'Ok,' she said.

'So you get the point?'

'OK,' she exclaimed. 'That should be enough. I knew your arrangements. There was chat. It was a clean circle to enter.'

'Right,' said Daniel. He scratched his head. 'Fine. No problems. We don't want to have a reputation anymore. The point was to become reasonable to God's morals in the end.'

'I understand,' said Sharakondra.

'Fine, fine,' said Daniel.

'Work,' said Sharakondra, pointing at her laptop.

'Ok. Fine,' said Daniel.

And on went the day.

The End

The ValDan Agenda 3

'Maybe we could do a porn shoot,' said Valandriel.

Daniel stopped typing. Sharakondra paused, tilted her head, but continued on with her work.

'Seriously,' said Valandriel. 'A series of explicit photographs used for an alamanic. Raw Sex we could call it. The basic instincts which motivate us all.'

Daniel looked at Valandriel. 'Actively promote fornication? Technically we are advocating fornication is ok in pictures.'

'They are just poses,' said Valandriel. 'No rhythmic movements required.'

'Pity,' replied Sharakondra. She looked at them both. 'I'd be up for it with you two.'

'Funny,' said Valandriel.

'I'll get the camera,' said Daniel.

Time passed.

'I'll jerk it a little bit,' said Sharakondra. They were on the mat, and there were to be poses of 'Office Sex' around the room.

'I'll ejaculate on your face for a shot,' said Valandriel.

Daniel did the filming first, then Valandriel. They got the shots required. The three of them returned to the other room.

'Now, no actual sex took place as far as I can tell,' said Valandriel. 'These were ethical poses for classic office pornography. Traditional stuff. We need to put that in a disclaimer at the bottom. The ejaculations were started through Shara jerking us a bit, but when it came to the money shot we finished the job.'

'Formally written,' said Daniel. 'Keep the language up to our standards.'

'I'll do the project,' said Sharakondra.

Later that week Daniel showed the prototype almanac to his wife Jessica. He pointed to the disclaimer. She read it.

'There were no rhythmic movements in the intercourse,' said Daniel. 'Our dicks were inserted into her vagina, the photos taken, and we took our dicks out. They were all professional poses. The ejaculations were elicited through Shara starting us off with a bit of help to get us in the mood, but we finished the job. The facials were thought out carefully.'

'I see,' said Jessica, flipping through the almanac. She looked at her husband. 'So you did this job professionally?'

'We're not really sure if you can justify this sort of work in some ways. But we thought it might be able to be justified. The Almanac is meant to be a photographic journal. It is indeed meant to excite and titilate, but it is pornography in an offical usage of the word pornography. We are attempting to see if it will not actually be called smut.'

'Right,' said Jessica, returning her focus to the album. 'I know your screwing her every few decades,' she said, without looking up.

'Word got round did it,' he replied.

'I don't think I mind that much,' she said. 'Shara probably needs some considering Semyaza's shit ways.'

'Right,' said Daniel. 'Mmm. Anyway, the almanac? You think we should go ahead with it?'

'Sure,' she replied. 'Could be interesting what shit hits the fan on this one.'

'Pretty much,' agreed Daniel.

And those thoughts stayed with Daniel as the project of ValDan on Office Sex started rolling.

The End

Azrael and Cosadriel go Camping

'Remember, it's the black fishing rod,' said Azrael.

'The one I shove where the sun don't shine,' replied Cosadriel.

Azrael went misty eyed. 'Ah, I remember those sledges. They were some of my best.'

'I brought the black one and the green one,' said Cosadriel, as the SUV drove along the road in Terraphora.

'We might need the green one for the lake,' said Azrael. 'But the black one for the river.'

'Agreed,' replied Cosadriel. 'Here it is.'

They turned into 'Sandy G's Diner' and got out and entered. There were fishes on the walls, fish trophies, and fishermen hanging around the diner.

'It's the troublesome two,' said a voice. 'The realms biggest jokers.'

'ValDan take care of that,' replied Cosadriel, and slapped Arthur Chalmers hand. Arthur had a fishing hat on, and was with his buddies.

'I'll order for us,' said Azrael.

'Going campin' are we?' asked a fisherman.

'Gonna catch a few if we're lucky,' said Azrael, stretching out. 'Up by Lake Samwise.'

'Tolkien territory,' said the fisherman. 'You got you a middle earth pass or something?'

'Hey, I own an original copy from the 20^th century,' replied Cosadriel. 'More than enough credit.'

'Suppose you would,' said the Fisherman. 'The Hobbit or the Lord of the Rings?'

'The Silmarillion actually,' replied Cosadriel. 'Saw the movies, but decided to look further into it, and bought that one.'

'Righty O,' replied the fisherman.

Azrael sat down. 'Two big breakfasts,' he said.

'It's 11,' replied Cosadriel.

'Still early enough. They didn't mind,' said Azrael.

Their brekkies came, and the chat around the diner was happy and lively, but soon enough they were off to Tolkien territory, part of the official community of Middle Earth societies, and reached their camping place, after a permit was given to a parks entrance officer.

As they got their tent set up Azrael noticed that Cosadriel was looking around.

'What's up?' he asked him.

'They get bears up here, you know. Just sniffing to see if any are nearby. I notice their smell a bit.'

'Bah, we can probably handle bears anyway,' said Azrael.

'Better to know if we have to,' said Cosadriel, tapping his nose.

As the weekend passed they fished, ate the fish, and chatted, drinking beer by the fireside. They encountered a bear late the final night, who wandered in and scuffed around their rubbish.

'Shoo it,' said Azrael.

Cosadriel approached it carefully, grabbed the rubbish bag, and backed down.

'Bear,' he said forcefully. 'Here, you can have some fish bones, but nothing more,' he said, throwing some fish bones from the garbage at the bear, who wolfed it down, glared at them, in an almost comical stare, and wandered away.

'You speak to bears?' queried Azrael.

'They communicate with body language and the right sort of authority in your voice. Not domineering but assertive. With natural justice. Bears understand the wild, as we do when it comes right down to it.'

'I see. Interesting,' replied Azrael.

And so the camping weekend passed, and as they were driving home the following day Azrael was curious about Cosadriel's nature talk, contemplating learning some ideas as they passed Sandy G's diner, heading back to Zaphora.

The End

Kwintakel and the Rat

Kwintakel was staring at a rat in the kitchen.

'I hate rats,' she said as Azrael walked in.

Azrael sipped on his bottle of scotch, and looked at the rat. 'Oy, let me handle this. I've been doing nature based animal responsives.'

'What's that?' asked Kwintakel, reaching for the broom.

'Cosadriel's bullshit,' replied Azrael. 'How he handled that bear apparently. He lent me the book on the subject. I can handle this rat.'

Azrael got down on the floor on his stomach and looked directly at the rat who was munching on a dropped cracker.

'Listen rat. I am in charge. I am the authority. Please leave the kitchen. Is that understood?' said Azrael with some force in his voice.

The rat munched on the cracker, but otherwise ignored Azrael's reque

'Gee, authoritative,' said Kwintakel. 'Let me whack it,' she said, brandishing the broom.

'Give me time,' complained Azrael. 'Now listen rat. We can play this two ways,' he continued, his head inches from the feeding read. 'The easy way or the hard way. Which is it going to be?'

The rat just continued munching on the cracker, perhaps amused by Azrael, but otherwise uninterested.

'You're a schmuck,' said Azrael. 'Let me swipe the little vermin.'

'Hang on woman,' complained Azrael. He turned to the rat. 'I see you are not going to go easy. Listen, I'm the boss here. This is my pad. See it my way,' stated Azrael with force.

The rat, now seemingly amused, came up to Azrael's face, climbed onto it, and bit his nose.

'My fucking nose,' yelled Azrael, grabbing his nose. 'The little critter bit me.'

'It's bleeding, idiot,' said Kwintakel. She took the broom, swiped it at the rat, who went scampering, soon out of sight. Kwintakel looked at Azrael. His face was a bloody mess.

'You are an idiot,' she said.

'I might get rabies,' he complained.

'Probably not from a rat,' she replied.

'Or scabies,' he said.

'I'll get a band aid,' she replied.

Later, in the living room.

'You know,' said Kwintakel. 'You might want to return that book to Cosadriel.'

'Shut up woman,' said Azrael.

'I mean, you no longer have any use for it. Your skills with creatures – non-existent.'

'Quite Kwinnie. It's embarassing,' replied Azrael.

'Well there is one thing we learned,' said Kwintakel, as they watched the football.

'And what is that?' asked Azrael.

'You don't exactly have a nose for animal relations,' she replied, giggling.

'Oh, hah, fucking, hah,' replied Azrael, as Kwintakel laughed, and Azrael's team suffered a goal against them to exacerbate the embarassment.

The End

Ruth 32

Chapter One

'Who are you?' asked Callodyn.

'Naomi,' replied the strange woman, standing in his back garden, looking at his small plot of vegetables. 'These are not the best choices for Paradision,' said Naomi.

'Right. Thanks,' replied Callodyn. 'Good to know. They grow fine.'

'Better results can be brought from wiser choices,' said Naomi. 'Things more suitable to Paradision soils and climate.'

'And you are an expert I take it?' queried Callodyn.

'She is,' said Ruth, sitting on a chair by the side of Callodyn's house.

'Didn't see you there,' said Callodyn. He looked at Naomi. 'This a friend of yours Ruth?'

'You could say that,' replied Ruth.

'Right,' said Callodyn, summing that up. He came over and kneeled down, looking at the vegetables. 'There is no such thing as wiser choices for this ground.

'I beg to differ,' said Naomi. 'I'm an expert on Televon gardening. Been doing it forever.'

'If it grows, it works,' said Callodyn.

'Things grow better, and work more in harmony with suggested practice,' said Naomi.

'Which bores mankind. Regulation Book of Ruth Bitch. Regulation bores people. The Jewish crap.'

'Oh, he's worked you out,' said Ruth.

'The schmuck indeed has,' said Naomi. 'Don't you understand, Callodyn. Televere has a way to it. An understanding from it's blueprint design from Hashem.'

'Hashit can get stuffed,' said Callodyn. 'This is Noahide land, and we'll do as we please.'

Naomi chuckled. 'I knew you would be this much trouble Daniel. I could just tell.'

'Glad to disappoint,' replied Callodyn.

'Indeed,' said Naomi, sitting down next to Ruth, and lighting a cigarette. 'Asshole,' she said to Ruth. 'He's an asshole.'

'He has his way,' commented Ruth.

Callodyn glared at them both. 'Bullshit,' he said under his breath. 'Bloody Jewish women.'

Naomi cocked her eyebrow, but Ruth just chuckled.

'He's in a feisty mood I see,' said Naomi.

'He's used to me and Boaz,' said Ruth. 'Not a bunch of schmoozers.'

'And that is how I like it,' said Callodyn.

Naomi stared at him. 'So you say country boy.'

Callodyn stood, smiled at Naomi. 'I'd invite you to dinner. But I'm not in the mood. Pity.'

'Fine by me,' replied Naomi. 'I have better things to do anyway.'

'Sweet,' said Callodyn.

Callodyn stood there, glaring at Naomi, and Naomi glared back, while Ruth smoked her ciggie, and exercised some patience she knew she would now need.

Chapter Two

'Where's the pepper?' Naomi asked Boaz.

'Uh, probably in the pantry. The kitchen is Ruth's area.'

Naomi fished around and found the pepper, and added it to what she was cooking.

'How's Elimelech?' Boaz asked.

'He's doing fine,' said Naomi. 'Good days, bad days. Life goes on.'

'Much the same with us,' replied Boaz, sitting at the kitchen table. Ruth came in.

'So, you like Mr Daly?'

'Like is one word for it Ruth. He is terribly forceful about his Noahidism.'

'They don't like Jewish assumptions very much. That we represent much to them on Torah issues. They have their own word and they have their own way, and Jews can do as they do, as Noahides likewise.'

'I see,' said Naomi. 'How it's long been.'

'And how they understand it to long remain,' replied Ruth.

'I suppose,' said Naomi. She looked at Ruth. 'People join Israel voluntarily. It's not something we force upon them.'

'Yes, I understand,' replied Ruth. 'Noahides have chosen not to,' she said softly, looking down.

'We know. There business how they handle the Lord thereafter.'

'They've been doing that a long time now,' said Boaz.

'Since the beginning,' said Ruth softly.

'Be that as it may,' replied Naomi. 'Dinner will be upon us shortly. I'll bring it to you both on plates in the living room. Go, go.'

Boaz and Ruth left to the living room and Boaz flicked on the TV.

'She has feelings about Callodyn. That he needs a few lessons,' said Ruth. 'I can tell.'

'Probably somewhat. But it goes deeper,' said Boaz. 'She resents the Noahide movement thinking itself so legitimate and authoritative. That is Israel's main role in her thinking.'

'Power comes to those who serve the Lord, whatever their status,' replied Ruth. 'And effort of the soul is not racial.'

'No. It's not,' said Boaz.

Dinner came, and they ate and chat, and Ruth enjoyed the fellowship from one of her oldest and dearest friends.

Chapter Three

'So, Naomi. Nomester. Nomer Roamer. You like the Jewish porn, do ya?' asked Callodyn. 'Most porn actors. Jewish. Standard job for the Jew Crew.'

'I doubt that is statistically correct,' replied Naomi unperturbed.

'I don't know. The circumcised cocks I've seen on Porn.com . Legendary.'

'I sure you enjoy your pornographic experiences,' replied Naomi. 'But there are more godly subjects than the temptations of the flesh.'

'Gotcha,' replied Callodyn, continuing to turn sausages on the BBQ in his back yard. Ruth and Boaz were seated, and Stephanie was on a sunlounge, enjoying the sun.

'Pornography is mostly a waste of time and pleasure. It can be best spent on your matrimonial partner,' stated Boaz.

'I doubt that I dispute that truth,' said Callodyn. 'But it is a rush.'

'No, you don't dispute it, but you do it anyway,' said Naomi. 'Gee. Wisdom personified.'

'Pretty much,' agreed Callodyn. 'Wise of you to notice.'

'He's admitted my wisdom at least,' said Naomi.

'When it comes to accepting the brilliance of Noahide wit, you are commended Jew girl.'

'Jew girl,' said Naomi. 'Flattering.'

'Don't sweat it sweet cheeks,' said Callodyn.

'Lighten up Callodyn,' said Stephanie, putting down her sunglasses, and giving her husband a stern look.

'Fine,' said Callodyn. He looked at Naomi. 'Yep, things run smoothly with great workers, who work well in an ideal situation. But some workers do work a bit differently, might not be the most productive of choices, yet the bossman thought to include them also in the work.'

'He should assign them to the factory they best fit it,' said Naomi in response.

'He did,' said Callodyn. 'Because another manager is in charge there, and he likes it his own way.'

'Humph,' said Naomi.

'I see your point. I'm sure you see mine,' said Callodyn.

'Pass the sauce,' said Naomi to Ruth. Ruth passed Naomi the bottle of tomato sauce.

'Takes her victory point, invests it, but loses the reward with a disappointed worker who the boss is too proud to employ, and loses much of the market because of it.'

Naomi was putting sauce on her sausage sandwich, and paused. She looked at Callodyn. 'And what is that supposed to mean?'

Callodyn shrugged. 'What does a dumbass Noahide know, Jew girl, oh font of all wisdom.'

'Humph,' replied Naomi, but gave Callodyn a cautious look. And the afternoon passed.

Chapter Four

Naomi had returned home, and life had returned to normal yet again for Ruth and Boaz. Stephanie remained married to Callodyn, and as the years passed, it seemed they were actually not just a fling. Callodyn respected his wife, and she seemed to have some natural authority with him. He did as many husbands did, and let his wife give orders some of the time. Not that she was the boss. She clearly wasn't. But it was now a marriage Ruth could see that Callodyn did more than just pay attention to. He took it somewhat for granted. And in that taking the marriage for granted Stephanie was afforded rights she had not seen Callodyn grant to previous relationships. It was amusing. Claudia was with the Major again, and it was now just Claudia and the Major, down the street a little, and she'd lost interest in connecting greatly to Callodyn, but remained insistent that she was probably an eternal neighbour of Callodyns. It seemed, in Claudias thinking, in brutal honest language, she needed to get the adulterous fucking of her neighbour over and done with beforehand, before settling down with her permanent husband, and this she felt was the plan of God. And Ruth considered that almost a possibility. So life with Callodyn and Stephanie settled, and the Major down the street with Claudia said hello from time to time, and there was something of a community on Ruth's street which she knew well enough now. Life had become gradually more interesting.

The End