I looked at the almost mansion on the shores of the Pacific and all I could see was dollar signs. This family must have had a bundle when the estate p...assed to the only surviving sister. Priscilla was not with me because she never ventured from the site of her "passing over". I really didn't understand all the ghost specifics but she assured me it was a "normal" thing for ghostly creatures.A young Asian girl dressed in a maid's outfit answered the door. It looked more suitable to a bachelor. She was so aroused that it took a couple of minutes before she began to calm down."Let's fuck you doggy now," I said.I helped her off because I knew it would be her natural instinct to resume fucking up and down my cock.Jordan moved to all fours. I slid around and got behind her. I grabbed my cock, lined it up with her still open cunt, and easily pushed back in.She moaned out loudly.I thrust slowly."It feels different this way," she said."Sure, it's a different angle." Oh, that's right. It. Between that and watching reruns of Hogan's Heroes, somehow my brain set me as a prisoner in a Nazi camp. I returned to these pages so many times that my simple red journal falls open to the page when I open it. I continued the dream with the guard in the fantasy falling in love with me, sneaking me out, and raising a family with me. Then abruptly my journal entry switches to addressing God. I beg his forgiveness for my sinful thoughts.Lord, why do you torture me—I ask in the lord’s prayer ‘and. "This proves you're not an avatar. You must be a virtual construct." Why's that?" Virgil asked as he sat cross-legged next to Paul and on the other side of him to Blanche."If you were an avatar of a real person in the Solar System," said Paul, "you couldn't possibly be present in real time so far from the ecliptic plane. The best I might expect would be a time-delayed response between the time I said something and when you responded. In real life, I'm over two light weeks from the nearest.