As they walked, they often passed people in pure white robes. These people looked at them, and after a moment of realisation, immediately got onto the...ir knees and bowed their heads."Hey, is that God?" One angel whispered to his friend. "It feels like it's him, but it can't be, can it?" Shut up, or you'll get us both in trouble," his friend scolded him."You two, I'd advise you to stop speculating, and get back to work," Amia said to them sternly, but still with the insatiable pleasantness that. I'm happy with Ted and my life as-is. I guess you would say, I'm a prim and proper woman. Maybe even a bit 'frigid'. I might be referred to as a 'Spinster School Teacher', if I had never married. I like to commute, by train, to school. I live about ten miles away and the train is a lot less expensive and more relaxing than driving. I was on my way to school, sitting in my seat when a young black man sat down next to me. I opened my newspaper. I looked over and smiled at him. He gave me a nasty. A tall, good-looking, dark-haired and bronze-skinned Grecian beauty who simply took my breath away. We met at a party at Northeastern University, which she attended. The gal had it all, folks. At five-eleven and one hundred and eighty pounds, she had the build of an Amazon. She had face, chest, legs and buns. Linda had the kind of big round booty that was kind of rare on white females. At least when I was growing up. I met her at a time when I was filled with doubt about myself. I was just. "Go ahead and kill him. A few weeks in the swamp with the gators, he will never be found."Please no," he begged."You know what PETA is?" I asked."No," the old man whined."Well I am going to give you a choice. You either surrender these dogs to the shelter and confess to dog fighting right this fucking minute, or we are going for a walk in the swamp. The three of us are going in, but we won't all be coming back. Do you understand?" I asked."I ain't going to do no fucking time. I'd rather die,".