But ... why?Why here ... why now?I’ve always believed. Always ... until I began to wonder if the atheists might be right and it all ends when we die....Life can’t be that cold and final, can it? Some nights I’d lie in bed and worry about what would be coming after I stopped breathing. Would it hurt? Would I be afraid? Would I see loved ones? My mother and father? Grandma?These doubts have haunted me for years, and now it looks like I’m about to find out what’s on the other side.For now, I’m just. She was a cool customer you would never know from the sound of her voice that she was feeling up my brother."The Captain." Her toe was probing my knee and Peter was smiling softly. As I said, Peter liked them slutty. We had hooked up; it appeared, with a queen-bee slut. She was pouring honey on us and had a hungry look in her eye. She raised one knee from the table giving me a clear view of her stocking tops and black garters."No, shit." I was surprised. Our captain was a very straight-laced. “You know,” Precious said, squeezing my hand, “I really do love watching a beautiful woman being eaten out by another woman. It’s sensational, lovely.”I nodded, an image of her pink slit flashing through my mind, when she suddenly announced, “This is where I live. Come on in; I’ll show you around.”I followed her up a few steps, her bare buttocks jiggling temptingly close to my nose, into a spacious and cool house.“Wow, this is beautiful,” I said, looking at the sumptuous furnishing and the. She wanted to reach out and hold Megan in her arms, but she couldn't. She was setting alone talking to her on the phone (somehow, telling her daughter that she was 'dating' another man, and a black man she'd met while in Florida several weeks earlier, was easier on the phone instead of face to face), and though she had been scared to come out and tell Megan all that, now that she had, and now that Megan showed no signs of rejection for it, Cindy felt a huge weight being lifted off her.