"What if I want you to return me back home?" you ask earning a sigh from the voice with no origin. "Yeah that's gonna be a tough sell considering I wa...sn't super accurate when I killed you. Your body's currently underneath a skyscraper or something... Look I don't know how you died exactly, I killed a bunch of people in a bunch of disasters and grabbed souls with high creativity margins, there are you happy?"You could only gawk at this answer. She caused disasters on multiple worlds just for her. You know, you're even hotter when your mad. How about you let me make you happy?" No!"I laid back down, turning my back to him. "Go back to bed, John."He got out of bed, and went to our bathroom. I thought it was strange. I prayed he wasn't rubbing one out, but I had been very stubborn. The possibility upset me, but I didn't worry much. Afterall, John was one that could cum multiple times a day.After a couple minutes, John emerged. In his right hand, he held and carried our toy box. The box was. Someone patted her shoulder, resulting in her groans as she turned around.Expecting one of those idiots there to actually continue the flirt of the bartender, maybe, or even Veronika there for a Round 2.And instead, there was a woman in front of her. Maybe a little older, but neverthless quite hot. Asiatic, with relatively short hair and a pair of glasses, a tiny bag and a cocktail dress. How did she miss such a beauty, that was beyond her.But after all, she was indeed quite distracted all. If Gloria had any trouble replacing Harry the Guy With the Belt, she didn’t tell me. But either she’d figured out a way to make up the income, or she’d simply decided not to worry about it, because she glowed brighter every time we saw each other. One Monday evening in late September, as I lay in bed with her, sheets pulled up to our waists, I gave in to temptation and let myself inch toward the forbidden subject. ‘You seem a lot happier lately.’ Her fingers tickled idly at my chest, still.