A lot more than you mortals seem to understand.“Anyway, this is farewell. It has been nice while it lasted, but all good things ... and bad things, ...or that matter, must come to an end. This is the end of your charmed lives, so be more careful. You want to make it to Haven, after all, in one piece. I think that Xavier will stay, but that’s up to him. He is a Prophet now himself.“Heaven will have a role for him, possibly here, but it will reveal that directly to him, not to me. I have a job and. I tried to nurse the drink – it was obviously ass-kickingly intoxicating. But as soon as I tried that several of the Thai girls would surround me and coax me to throw it back, and then they brought me another one. Joyce had thrown off the t-shirt and was dancing in the thong and top on a table with four other girls. I took a turn dancing and flirting with girl after girl, but none of them made a move – I had apparently been claimed as Joyce’s. Hours went by that I don’t remember. I was. I couldn't. I have had you–twice now. And anything other than that is just settling. I don't want to settle. I want you." Oh Timothy, my darling, I want that too. I was not looking forward to leaving this house. It holds far too many memories good and bad."This was the house Stephan and I built, the house I have lived in ever since. The house we met in. I didn't want to leave. And now I don't. How wonderful! "But this has to be your decision, my sweet. You have to enter into this of your own. Once he had my go-ahead, I was down to my very pretty bra and panties in the blink of an eye, but they didn’t last too long either. His electric kisses were moving now, tasting the rest of me as his hands moved everywhere, until he settled between my legs to kiss my weeping pussy. Maybe kiss isn’t the right word, because although he did a lot of that, he did so much more. He drank, feasted and made love to it, to me in a way that was completely beyond my ken. I just knew I’d died and this was.