. they wanted me to listen.My third thought was that I was either out of my mind or quickly getting there.After my third visit with the Voice I simply... decided to ignore the voices in my head and hope for the best.I lay down on the cot for the fourth time, got as comfortable as I could, and tried to sleep.'Why do you put up with this shit?' he asked me."What? Who's there? Who are you?"I couldn't see anyone. All around me was absolute darkness. I was standing on something (I could feel solidity. See? Words like that have no meaning”“You trying to distract me?”“Lets try something different. Lets see what life would be like if you just weren’t around. Can you wait a moment? I have to go back and get this counter-signed. Alternative-alternatives are a special case and need to be signed by an angel, third class. I’ll try Terry.”“Terry the angel? Are you serious?”“What do you want? You want them all called ‘Alchizedek’?”“Well, I mean Terry?”“Okay, I’ll try Terence the Golden.”“Better, much. Her sisters were all a bit envious of her calm attitude and serious nature even when the opportunity for some naughty fun was in the air.Her sisters were all named after flowers because until she was born all her mother could think about was her beautiful garden filled with flowers of every possible color and shape in the whole wide. They were called Rose, Iris, Daisy, and Petunia. The girls were all happy with their names except for Petunia who insisted on being called "Pet" saying her name. I stopped outside a door and sat on the edge of a huge flower pot, with a tree in it, pulled my knickers down and released a torrent of urine into it.When I finished I stood unwaveringly on my feet and attempted to pull my knickers back into place.He was standing behind me as I bent down, my little dress riding high on my bared buttocks, fully exposed to his view.He murmured something Portuguese and took his cock out as he said it. Clearly as a sixteen year-old girl, the sight of this coffee.