Perfect Happiness

Written by Glassdarkly, August 2007

"I didn't actually say you were fat, Angel," Xander protested. "I said you must really like chocolate, that's all."

Angel tightened the chains on Xander's wrists. Chocolate was smeared around his mouth. It smelt of true happiness 85% cocoa solids at least.

"You did say I was fat," Angel insisted. "Okay, not in so many words but you said it."

"That's no reason to go off the deep end." Xander was getting seriously worried now. Red-hot pokers just are worrying.

Angel(us) gave him a withering look.

"It is when you discover the leather pants of evil have gotten too tight."