George seemed to want to remain near and walked almost beside me and thenacross the street. I stopped at the curb."The wine was very good George, and ..."He moved close and he kissed me, a bit abruptly. His hands moved to pullme closer and his mouth opened. I felt his light beard and smelled hisscent and I kissed him back. My tongue lightly slipped across his. Hemoved even closer and I felt the unmistakable stiffness."Sara, can we spend some more time together? I like you and find you. Use the free market to clean the streets and communitiesof lawbreakers. What's wrong with eliminating human refuse while simultaneouslyhelping to supply the huge worldwide demand for transplant parts? And who caresif a few perverts like to chow down the flesh of this rabble. Better to use their moneyto finance the purge of criminals than money out of taxpayer pockets. Even the revelation that prisoners condemned forcapital crimes (and that covered just about every offense in this. ”She released the last drop and got up covering her ass, disappointing me. She looked at me and smiled while washing her hands “You can call be Babita”She walked towards me while removing her sari. She opened the knot on her long hair and said to me while unhooking her blouse “I will change and come.”I walked to the balcony and it had started raining so I enjoyed the view. She walked in and stood next to me. She was wearing a very see-through white night dress which ended just below her ass and. I don’t think I even want to be a goddess. ‘I don’t like being different from my friends. They all think I don’t have a dad, because I can’t tell them mine’s an angel that’s invisible to people. And, not all of them have dads, so it’s not like I’m a total freak, or anything, but I’m just tired of having to hide my home life and pretend to be like them, and make up a job for you ‘cuz they wouldn’t understand what you do, and . . . ‘Maybe I don’t want to be a goddess when I grow up. Maybe I want.