Why ask me?” Heaty looked at John with his face reflecting the question, “How do you know this?”John looked at Jenny. She had climbed the ladder...and sat next to him, “My dear friend, I light smelly candles or incense and I play some nice relaxing music. Sometimes I fall asleep, but when I awake, I know the answers. I am like Zella in that way, just maybe not as good.”“Yes, you talk to God. Of course, you can ask a question and get an answer.” Heaty said.Ada got excited as she was pointing to. No one is remembered for generation after generation. Definitely not someone who is ordinary. Like I said, not about someone like me.Think about it. Who of the ordinary people do you really know about from say a hundred years ago. Perhaps less than a dozen. You might have heard a few names of ancestors, but do you really know much more than a few stories about them. But what about just a Plain Joe or a Plain Jane from back then. I'd guess, zilch!Go back 500 years and I'm willing to bet you. "I already got us a room at the nicest hotel in the city. I'm still going, I already paid for the room. You would've like it. If you love me like you say you do, come tonight. Room 749. Goodbye, Mr. Hightower." I sat in the coffee shop for a good hour after Cydney left. I didn't know what to do. Part of me wanted to leave with her, but there was a part of me that couldn't find the courage to do so. I decided to go home, hoping I would not regret this decision. When I entered the house, Dana was. ’ His face was ringed with sweat, but he sure wasn’t taking no viagra, with a loud ‘Fucked ya,’ like he was check’in off a box on his bus report, he finally finished the job, squirting what must have been a beer glass of cream into me, but he wasn’t finished yet. He dropped my legs that he’d held wide apart and pulled me up close by my hair, ‘You clean off my cock you white slut,’ and he shoved his wet dick right into my mouth before I could say a word and I just did what he wanted. I sucked.