9 David is a good looking-young man

David like his namesake in the bible is a good looking young man with a joyous personality, never quick to anger, enjoying his life, living on the very edge. Though unlike his namesake, he has never danced around the city naked but also has a weakness for beautiful women, willing to do anything including sending their husbands to the war front just to have a taste of the forbidden fruit of the woman that catches his fantasy. Everyone knows him; it is each night a different girl. None comes visiting for more than three nights.

Like every other young man, he came to the big city with big dreams – he is going to bed as much pretty girls as possible; keeping a record of all his sexual conquest. For the last four years, he kept a record of all the twenty-three girls he had conquered and bedded. A comprehensive list containing the names of the victim, time and location of the act with a remark of bad, good, great or divine at the end. So far no one has gotten divine.

One day, tragedy struck as it does for everyone once in a while. His shop at the main market where he sold female clothes, underwear and accessories were engulfed in strange flames with the origin of the fire unknown till this very moment. In a matter of seconds, his whole life was reduced to dust and ashes.

David was left with no other option than to look for a job and he found one in the strangest of place. The pay was good, he could still foot his bills, keep up with his expensive lifestyle but no one has to know he now works in a mortuary.

The first day on the job, the corpse of a young lady was brought in. She died from a terrible car accident. Inexperienced, he quickly laid her on the table, carefully removed her clothes, till she was naked like God made her. He cleaned her face and other orifices with a strong disinfectant.

While working on her nude body, he admired her, not in a sexual manner but out of sympathy. A few hours ago, she was a beauty with such a great body that caused men, even important men, to fawn all over her. She must have cared, covered and spent most her time beautifying this body that now repelled him. All she once covered carefully and must have been very proud of now stared him and he could do whatever with it.

Next, with a shaving stick, he shaved the hair off every part of her body. He massaged the major muscles to relieve tension and move stiff joints to loosen them up. With a special cream, he closed up her mouth and set it naturally.

Close to her thigh, he made an incision and inserts the drain tube towards the heart. With the embalming machine, he distributed the embalmment fluid throughout the body, and then he made another incision, from which blood came out from the body. He washed the body thoroughly using a powerful disinfectant. After which he transferred her body to the cold room, locker 3 and closed for that very day leaving the place at about some minutes to 9 pm.

In the bus on his way home, he sat next to a young lady with an Amazonian figure. Her face was sad and lovely with bright eyes and passionate lips. The sort of face people forgets even before they'd stop looking at it. So he stared at her occasionally, not to forget.

Out of habit, his eyes fell on her hand in search of a ring. Married women were now a no-go-area for him. After numerous brutal encounters from their husbands which leaves him worse than before he met them. Even if this one is married, he is willing to risk it for this goddess; but there was no shinning ring on her finger so he was saved.

His eyes slowly moved from her fingers through her hand to her chest, her two shinning watermelons were trying furiously to escape from her gown. The thought of his tongue tip on those hard dark nipples was already sending blood to his dick. Done salivating and wishing, he took the bull by the tits, pulling closer and said

"Hi". No response came back.

Maybe she didn't hear him. He pulled closer; this time said it a little louder

"Hi, beautiful…"

She turned to face him, her languid eyelashes of velvet-black blinked once slowly, simultaneously with his heartbeat as she returned his

"Hi…"

"My God, I can't stop myself from staring at your beautiful face," he said with a deep calm voice.

She broke into a broad sexy smile, her oyster-white teeth lit up the bus. So beautiful it was like the stars themselves, decided to rest against the soft cushion of her lips.

"Thanks…"

The smile jolt David like an electric current.

"Your smile is warm; brighter than the moon" he whispered softly into her ears.

She flashed him another smile in responses to his heartfelt compliment. Right there he made up his mind that there is no way he is leaving this bus without her digits. He brought out his phone, took it to his ear.

"Hello! God…" he whispered looking away from her. "It is me David, your beloved son. Yes… all is fine" he nodded. "I just wanted to let you know, I saw that missing angel today. I'm seated next to her right now".

She smiled once again pulling nearer to him and asked in a voice sweet as a bird song "Who is the angel?"

"You," he said without thinking.

Her warm oxbow lips still near his ear; she mouthed "Am not that beautiful".

As the words escaped from her lips; he could feel her warm breath and caught a whiff of her sweet perfume. He knew that scent; he perceived it today but just can't place when or where.

"Yes, you are. But there is a unique thing about you that makes my heart jump inside my chest" he said with his hands on his chest, wearing an expression like the heart really jumped.

"What?" a sudden curious look hinted on her eyes.

"My heart took another skip at the sound of your voice"

She giggled softly and asked in a more seductive tone "What do you want from his angel?"