
Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY ext 357
Goddess Kayla lay upon a cloud, high in the sky. She was watching down over the human race. She twirled a long lock of red hair between her fingers and sighed. Why were earthly men so pathetic? Day in and day out, she watched as their greedy, self-indulging attitudes ruined their lives. No human man seemed right to devote his life to servitude to his eternal Goddess.
All of them were a waste of a good thing. Human toys could be so much fun, but they’ve been souring in recent years—all but one. Kayla spied him one day as she watched over the whole world; he was helping an older woman with her grocery cart, and something about him drew in the Goddess. Kayla knew that he would be the only man worthy of serving her.




Krysta 844-332-2639 Ext. 410


