Our bond connects us mentally, so it feels as if we are still together.During the past two years, many changes have occurred, and the following descri...bes some of those changes.It took more than a month for the link between Cathy and me to stabilize and return to what it was before her death. Once the link stabilized, I could communicate with Cathy while I was awake.I still recall our first conversation, "Jim, Jim, can you hear me?" Cathy, oh God, I can hear you. I thought I'd never talk with. .Dad?" I ask the rotund, red-suited figure that's crept into the room."Ho ho ho!" Dad replies, his voice muffled by the thick fake white beardcovering his mouth. "Merry Christmas, little girl!" Seriously?" I ask. "I'm 21, don't you think I'm a little old for Santa?" No one's too old for Santa!" Dad replies. "Ho ho ho!" You said that already," I say, before letting out a quiet giggle andlaying back on the sofa bed. "Okay, fair enough. Just hope I've been onthe 'nice' list this year, heh." You?. .. exciting enough, or passionate enoughfor you, and she did say that things were rather ... tense betweenyou." I can't. It's just ... it's not right," Tom protested. He looked atKatie, and saw that she, too, was astonished by the offer. "Even if weare having a few difficulties." Not even for one million dollars?"Tom's eyes widened. He looked at Katie, and saw her expression. Sheseemed to be mulling over the offer, which startled Tom. "You can't beserious!" I'm very serious." Becca. I felt myself slide all the way back of him, and he let out a groan that was part growl, and his hand was gone from my clit in that moment, joining his other hand on my hips. This time he was not holding me in place, this time he was doing what I wanted, needed, him to do. He brought me hard down on himself, smashing me down on his whole length, pressing himself deeper and deeper inside of him. My body pulsed and I lost myself in the orgasm, feeling my entire body lock up, the deep pressure.