Magdalene... Stella scowled at the phone.<br/>Hmpf....Magdalene....stupid name.<br/>“You know” said the Angel, who was suddenly wearing a hot pink bathrobe and had borrowed the Devil’s nail file, “you should look into that. I mean who is this...Magdalene anyway?” “What’s with the hot pink bathrobe” quizzed Stella eyeing her suspiciously, “oh,” giggled the angel, “our laundry got, uh...mixed up.”<br/><br/>Stella was flicking through the summer selection of a major retailer when she froze. “Wait” whispered the angel now with hot pink nail polish “that’s him, go back to the previous page.” The Devil, not to be out done supplied helpfully “I don’t think he’s wearing a shirt.” Stella’s finger hovered over the mouse button and then clicked back. That impish smirk was there, and um... his broad smooth chest. Sweet Saints above, a six pack...Stella sucked in her gut. That delicious V a man’s hipbones and musculature made as it headed into his sh....<br/>Ahem. Yes. Nice shorts. Blue with ...the waist...stop it....She sighed. It was useless to pretend she wasn’t in the site to look for him. Damn. He was gorgeous. Magdalene needs to die. Or at least break a leg... fall into a coma , or something. Stella looked at some other pictures of him with some gorgeous woman. Yeah... uh hu... she looked like a Magdalene...food poisoning....no one would suspect a thing. She got up and closed the browser.<br/><br/>“Tesla,” she said “I’m a fool. If I start acting like a fool please bite me when I’m with him. He’s got the most gorgeous women at his side. Why would he look at frumpy little me? I’ll be happy to have him as a great neighbor and friend. I don’t have time for romance.”<br/><br/>But she’d forgotten that she had let Tesla out earlier.<br/><br/>Useless, no good cat.