I had always though of it as the brain dying, its last ditch effort to live as its body gave out. The white light tunnel, the visual cortex failing.I ...ad to say floating in this pure light was pretty boring. I couldn't feel my body, nor move. If this was the afterlife I would go mad pretty soon. Maybe it was one of those lucid dream type things where you could change the world by will. I tried conjuring up Caitlyn, but nothing happened. I wondered if maybe she had survived, or perhaps she was. But, as that saying goes, there's always a first time. I wascalled over by a customs guy and asked where I was flying from, holidayor business, and for how long I'd been away. He asked me to put myluggage on the metal table separating us and to please open the suitcase.As I did he asked if I was carrying anything for anyone else (no) and hadI packed my bags myself (I lied and said yes, to tell the truth wouldhave been far too embarrassing ... I thought as I stood there in leggingsand tshirt. She didn’t resist that, but when I tried to pull her hand onto my erection the response was totally different, she quickly pulled her hand back but still stayed sitting on the side of the bed. Encouraged by this, I carried on kissing her. The direct approach hadn’t worked so I went for plan ‘B’.I started to stroke her tits through her blouse. She did resist to this, but not as strongly as when I tried to put her hand on my cock. As we kissed I kept playing with her tits through her blouse and. Bob reached across the table to shake Sheila’s hand. ‘These two gentlemen are my head of operations and head of finance, Ed Strauss and John Nash.’ After a near comical round of hand shaking, everyone took a seat. The receptionist appeared with a tray of bottled water and some pastry, placing them in the center of the table before leaving the room. Sheila cleared her throat to garner everyone’s attention. ‘We’ve prepared a presentation in response to your request for a proposal. Since you’re.