Fully naked, now, she stood there for me to see. She was perfectly shaven just like her daughter."Guess I'm not too bad for an old broad," she said la...ughing."Oh, Betty, you sure are making me hard. Look," and I turned sideways for her to see."My that's outstanding in the true sense of the word, Phil," she said as she sat down in her chair and adjusted the webcam. Then she lifted her feet up to the desk, one on each side of the computer, opening herself for display as she said, "I guess this is. “Seems you caught me there, yes to put it simply god has an alternative place for people like you. You can in some way call it the purgatory.” The voice answered.“But I have not done anything wrong in my life… I mean some lies and maybe I could have gone to church more but still, I have not done anything that bad. And I have tried to help people and does helping grandmas crossing streets not count?” Alan rambled on fear seeping in slowly.“It’s not about right or wrong for you...actually it is. He playfully grabbed my head and rubbed my face along his crotch, oohing and ahhing at the same time, making his friends laugh out loud. I wriggled free, and slapped his thigh. That wasnt funny! I told him, as I sat closely between him and Freddie. Beer? The boy opposite asked, waving a can in my direction. Thanks, I told him as I took it. As the van sped down the motorway, the lads talked about the upcoming game, and shared their beers with me. I took stock of my fellow passengers as Freddie. Now over sixty, he'd finally realized his dream. He owned a restaurant like those he'd never been able to afford to eat in during his youth.The restaurant had the same ambience as the ones in Paris. It had the same foods as the ones in Paris. It had much higher prices than the ones in Paris. It even had snooty waiters, just like the ones in Paris.Margaret's husband, Jeff, really didn't care every much for either the restaurant or the food it served. He brought her here because he loved her.He'd.