“Yeah, the feeling’s mutual, buddy. Sayonara,” I chuckled as I watched not only Jesus but a bunch of other people just grow wings out of nothing... and fly away, the Rapture literally turning these “saints” into angels.As long as my people were safe, I was fine with that. I didn’t know if Jesus would keep his word, of course, and I didn’t know if this meant that Satan existed, but I would deal with that shortly. First things first, and with Jesus gone, I felt a new power course through my veins. I lost my footing and rolled down the slope. My body painfully collided with every stone and twig before I rolled straight into a tree trunk. I groaned as pain shot through my entire body. I was badly bruised and I was sure I had sprained my knee. “Sorry love, I didn't mean to scare you," a thick husky southern drawl rumbled out of nowhere. I turned to see where it came from and my mouth went dry once I saw the owner of the voice. He was over six feet tall, rippled muscles from head to toe, and. Underbust aside and told her I wanted to quit myjob."Don't be ridiculous," she said. "It's hardly unusual for a girl togive a guy a blowjob. I was surprised you hadn't before." I'm not a girl, ma'am!"She sighed. "Must we go through this again, Lisa? Look at yourself.Absolutely everything about you screams girl. You're a sissy, a girlfor all practical purposes. Even if you were a boy, it's not unusualfor one boy to give another boy a blowjob." But I'm not gay, ma'am!" It's not gay for a sissy to. They had a bunch of Syrian men living in a big room, a mattress dormitory temporary kind of deal. I had brought typical Swedish cinnamon rolls, they had tea. We sat, munching rolls and talking. Some of them spoke English and it was nice to chat about strange Swedish food, their long and arduous journey and their hopes for the future. I found it strangely soothing to talk to people I had no language in common with. It went slow enough for me to follow and communication was not solely word-based..