I learned I really liked sex, and I was really good at it. And word got around. I fucked everyone from the geek freshman to the 50-year-old married gy...m teacher.“My counselor ... her name is Sandra; I think I might have mentioned her to you once before ... anyway, Sandra has a great way of putting it: some people stay in bad situations because they decide that being wanted for murder is better than not being wanted at all. That was me. Even though I was a human blimp and not all that pretty and. I went to cover my now bare chest, but he pulled my arms down, holding them in one fist below my navel while the other hand groped my breasts, pinching and squeezing my nipples. “You’re everything I was promised and more honey pot. Look at you. You’re gorgeous.”I didn’t feel gorgeous. I felt dirty and ashamed. My body was laid bare and had grown wet to his touch. “Shhh. Just let it happen honey, there we go” he said, my body giving up on fighting and dissolving into tears.He let go of my hands. Is th-that... is th-that really n-necessary Mrs. Thompson?" I protested while watching in amazement at the matter-of-fact way Vikki took off her skirt, jacket and blouse.All I could do was stare at Vikki packaged so beautifully in the lacy black bra and panty set. Memories of the time on the dance floor came flooding back as I returned my gaze back to her mother. "Gee Vikki I can see where you... where your..."Then I saw her mother smile for the first time, she was laughing at my confusion as. But, sure, I can agree to that. So, those are the absolutely off-limits people. The rest of your potential Rapture folks are ... soft targets, low-hanging fruit who will end up Raptured unless they are seduced by incubi or succubi, or else made deals with me? What about after the Rapture? What happens to souls after it? Do they all go to Heaven by default, Hell, or Limbo? If they don’t sign on with me, that is,” I asked Michael, truly curious as to his thinking now.“Yeah, no Terminator in.