Imagine there’s no heaven… Breens fell silent and reverberated with our voices through the entire song. Part way through our next number I noticed... that Uncle Bob was dancing with Mom, or maybe a more accurate description would be swaying in the spot, Aunt Paula was dancing with a guy who was vaguely familiar, whilst Jane and Charlie were both up there too, a couple of guys had asked them to dance. At the end of the song Becca and I were done. If nothing more we had aced the assignment, but we. She had a weird tone in her voice when she told me she wanted to say something, she hesitated a little and then she said never mind. i tried to get her to tell me, but she said she had a better idea. She ran out of bed and went to her luggage, we hadn't fully unpacked, she came back to bed with a small tube in her hand, i knew this could only mean one thing, Backdoor Confessions. Backdoor Confessions is my all time favorite sex game that we play in bed; we first discovered it on a Saturday. Face peel, thinned eyebrows, fake lashes, etc. My lips were outlined inruby red and my new long lashes covered in mascara. Extensions were addedto my hair and the hair dyed into a platinum blond. Thinking everythingwas done I was surprised to have two piercings made in each ear toaccommodate long dangling earrings. By now there was nothing left of myfeatures to remind me of who I truly am. Even my nails had acrylicextensions making my fingers look long slender and oh so feminine. My hairwas. ***Jack Quinn heard a parcel arrive with a thump.He'd been eating his 18th birthday breakfast, reading about the USPresidential election campaign of that year - the election itself was acouple of months away. His parents gave him an odd look, neither hadbeen willing to buy him this birthday present so he had ordered it forhimself. It was something that he felt he'd needed.Jack was a Londoner born and raised but he'd never really been able tofit in socially anywhere. He had a few friends but had.