„I love that, Angel. It’s beautiful. Please, I really want it.” Darla looked through the window and really longed for the dress on the rack in the shop.

“Darla, I won’t buy you THAT dress. Besides it’s very expensive…” Angel tried to pull her away from the window.

“But it’s wonderful. Imagine: me in the black dress in the dim light of the moon?”

Darla looked up to him and tucked a strand of her blond hair behind her ear.

Angel sighed.

“Ok, besides being too expensive for me, I think it wouldn’t fit you very well.”

Darla vamped out and hit him straight into the face.

“Care to explain? And make sure it’s a good explanation!”
Angel brought his hand up to his mouth and murmured under his breath:

“Darla, this dress is made for very lithe and lissom women…not for you being seven months pregnant.”