<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/06/1Seiyuri.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>Angela (https://docs.google.com/document/d/1sUficS9x7T6kj6rN5vrXNwxZMpXrmOI_1FT83lN0q8c/edit)</strong></span><br/>Name: Angela<br/>Location: Burning Man<br/>Tagging: Scandal, Daibuster, Stryka, Briar Rose<br/><div class="floatleft">(https://cache.desktopnexus.com/thumbseg/281/281190-bigthumbnail.jpg)</div>Angela sat on the tailgate of 'The Beast' her 1968 Powerwagon as she watched over her girls. A ew students and youths from the church sat despondent at Burning Man as they volunteered at the diocese booth, promoting abstinence, faith and cleanliness to an apathetic and derisive audience. When one belligerent punk had thrown his beer tainted ice from an empty cup over the volunteering children because they refused to show him their '<strong>Tig ole bitties!</strong>'. Angela stood in her truck bed and called out to the crowd.<br/><br/>"Boaz, hey, Boaz!" Leaping down from the bed of the truck she stepped across, eyeing up the 'tard and his crew, several half-drunk boys having fun and never seeing the line they crossed. Wearing only her swimsuit, sunhat, and sandals, Angela kept their attention with her figure more than her words.<br/><br/>"<strong>Hey honey, if you looking for someone, I'll fill in 'til he gets here.</strong>" She could have kissed him for walking into that one.<br/><br/>"Thank you, ladies, everyone, ladies especially come forth." She waved the crowd over, her spectacle beginning to gather a viewing crowd. "I am here, awaiting my Boaz. He is a special kind of guy, who would help me out, even to his trouble." She circled the group of young men, appraisingly, one fingernail, balanced within her teeth temptingly. "I have a message for all the ladies that would join me. Ladies, while you await your Boaz, listen to Ruth from the Book named after her. As she waited for her Boaz she got up every morning and made life happen, this lasted for years. Now while you wait on your Boaz, don't settle for any of his buddies or friends," She looked at the first three of the men, "Broke-az, Dumb-az, Cheap-az," her step and her story followed her as she continued to circle the men as they began to see she was insulting them.<br/><br/>""<strong>Now, I ain't like that.</strong>" the next argued.<br/><br/>She smiled and continued, "Lyin-az, MEan-az, Locked-up-az or especially this one Beatin'yo-az." She finished with the heckler who was beet red and angry, "Don't waste your time. Wait for your Boaz, and make sure he respects Yo-az! Now that is some gospel, right sisters!" A low roar of appreciation, and laughter chased the men as they chose to step, the crowd against them.<br/><br/>She took a turn with the others, reminding them they didn't deserve his derision, and they reminded her that her name was Angel, "I ain't that kind of Angel." With that she left, reminding her 'Sisters' to keep their heads up. With a sway of her hips she walked with a predatory glee. Enjoying the jungle's notice of her shapely form, and basking in the recognition of the hard work to keep this figure. The catcalls to her side drew her attention as she noticed it was aimed at those young ladies and not her. Oh!<br/><br/>"Hey girls! " She threw her arm high. Her hand flopped at the end of her raised arm as she  smiled across the fifteen feet or so between them. "What are you doing here?" Angela prowled over, her gifts held in check by the sheer taut fabric of the swimsuit. "Dude, take the week off and work comes to me."