Jim was so shaken by what she said that he even forgot to watch Arden's beautiful breasts slowly settle down from the sudden movement of their flight. There must be some way to get around this. "But Arden, I am your master and I command it."
"Sorry, Master, but it is a rule and I never break the rules."
Maybe begging would work. Sounding remarkably like Ted Knight from the old Mary Tyler Moore show, Jim blubbered, "Pleeeaasse Arden, Pleeaaasssee let me keep the power in public."
Softly but firmly, Arden answered, "Master, I told you, I never break the rules."
"Just my luck," thought Jim, "to get a sex angel who's a stickler for rules." His mind raced, "How can I get her to loosen up a little?" Then it came to him, the solution to all life's problems. That's right, alcohol. He needed to get Arden soused, then she would not be such a stickler for those stupid rules. There were a couple cans of beer under the seat, Jim knew, but not enough to do the job properly. Then he had an idea. "Arden," he said agreeably, "You are exactly right. Thank you for showing me the evil of my criminal ways." Pulling out the two cans, he added, "Let's drink a toast to the new moral Jim."
Arden nervously shifted in her seat. "I don't think that's a good idea, Master. When angels, especially sex angels, drink alcohol, the result is rather unpredictable."
Can't hold their liquer, eh?, thought Jim. This just might work. "You're right, Arden, no point in taking any chances. But I still would like to toast with you to the new, reformed Jim. Can you use your magic to make one of these cans alcohol free for you ... and as long as your at it, can you really pump up the potency of mine ... as a favor? That's not against the rules, is it?"
She hesitated and looked doubtful, but still answered, "No."
Jim looked behind him, the cop's motercycle was almost up to the car and Rick was pulling over to the side of the road. It had to be done fast. "Then do it."
Arden lowered her head submissivly and said, "It is done. The can in your left hand holds the nonalcohol, the can in your right is supercharged."
Jim opened the cans and asked Arden, "How close is the cop now?" When she turned to look, he surreptitiously switched the cans.
"She's getting off her motercycle. I really have to put their clothes back on now, master."
Handing her the now open can with the wallop inside, Jim agreed. "Certainly, just one swallow first. Here is to a moral life." He watched her raise her can and down a swallow.
Her eyes grew big and she coughed. The catching her breath, she repeated, "Yes, a loral mife; I mean a moral wife." She looked at the can confusedly, then took a another swallow. "Ya know, thish shtuff ishn't half bad." Before Jim could stop her (as if he would), she downed half the can. Her wings lost their firmness and drooped lobsidedly, and in fact her whole body seemed to tilt a bit to the left. Arden blinked 2 or 3 times rapidly and said, "Oh oh, here come the poleeshwomam."
She was right, the cop was just coming up to the driver's open window now. While listening to Rick say, "Yes officer, what seems to be the problem?", Jim couldn't help but worry that although his plan had been successful so far, there really wasn't any way to predict how her new inebriation was actually going to affect his magical sex angel. It didn't take long to see that ...
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