He stands erect and booms out, "I am Father Bob, pastor of Saint Mary's for the last 43 years."Saint Peter consults his list. He says to the priest, "...Take this cotton robe and wooden staff and enter the Kingdom." Just a minute," says the good father. "That man was a pilot and he gets a silken robe and golden staff and I get only cotton and wood. How can this be?" Up here - we go by results," says Saint Peter. "When you preached - people slept. When he flew, people prayed."A father was. I knocked. ‘Come in. Have a seat.’ I did so and caught myself staring out the windows, thinking about how I would layout my office. It would be a big contrast to Mr. Walsh’s modern decor, but with a little effort I could make it a place I didn’t mind going into each day. ‘I’ll get right to it, Paul.’ ‘Sir.’ ‘Martin has left the company. It’s a rough time in that market and that’s why we had to move quickly to fill that gap in personnel.’ ‘I completely understand, sir.’ I straightened my back.. I'd had enough shot on my tummy and boobs, and either licked it up, or did so with my fingers. Then, in my senior year in high school I'd taken to licking it off some girl's tummy. And I let other girls do it to me.Suzette was sweet, gentle, and a hot-blooded Creole. She had dusky skin, and the white cream of a boy's passion stood out on her skin. It tasted good, and one night I followed the trail of droplets up onto her breasts. One thing led to another, and we ended up kissing.I'd never. Fine with me. She thinks it’s fun to do it different places too. I like to work naked and we live in a real mild climate. In nice weather I might be out in the back yard dictating to my voice recognition tablet and she’ll come strolling out nude, hips rolling and tits swaying, to find me stroking my erection as I talk.“Hey, you look like you need relaxing. Is now a good time?” is a common way I get interrupted. I might not pause my train of thought while she positions her neatly trimmed crimson.