I figure having sex with a controlled girl would be a lot like masturbation.Then there's Heaven with it's streets paved with gold. I mean, after the f...irst hundred years, would you really care what the streets are paved with? Hell, after the first hundred minutes.Reincarnation could be cool unless I came back as a cockroach or a maggot or something.I read somewhere that the stars are all people who died, but I'm not sure a couple million years of turning hydrogen into helium, or is it helium. It's just not fair to keep it from him just because you gag a little, the look of pleasure on a man's face, his eyes rolling back as your lips reach the bottom of his shaft is worth it and if you can do it no man will leave you (unless he's a complete idiot). Sorry if this sounds sexist but it really isn't that hard a thing to learn to do (and you'll probably get jewellery more often). This is where being close helps, the only way you're going to be get used to having cock down your throat is. The power came from the local co-ops grid, so I had wires for that but nothing else tied me to civilization.Realtor: Landlines are not available, but everyone has a cell phone these days anyway. Since you have electric power, you can always get a satellite dish. They are big around here. There is a WiFi hot spot at a truck stop on the highway. You know to check your email.It sounded close enough to being off the grid to let me disappear. At least for the year I figured it needed for all that. He had closely cropped brown hair atop a roundish face, with a pear shaped body attached to the thick neck below. The only sport he even considered trying to play at FSU was baseball, but as he expected, when Kevin tried out for the team during his Sophomore year, he was told that his physical condition was inadequate for the strenuous outdoor activity. It wasn't that Kevin was fat, he just had very little muscle tone, and had no intention of working out to build it up. Since sports.