.. my boyfriend ... MY boyfriend on equal terms with Jehovah and Satan ... you’ve met both? Have you met Jesus?” Jessica reacted with more than a ...ittle awe after I revived her and she finished cooking dinner.“Yes, I met Jesus. And Gabriel, in fact. So far, I think that leaves Michael and maybe a few others to meet. And yes, I’ve met Satan. Yes, crazy ol’ me. No, you’re not off your rocker and neither am I. It’s a bit of a shock to the system, ain’t it? Here’s the kicker, prior to this project,. We drunk our glasses empty and went on the third Pissing-Slut, the one dressed in red. The third Tasting-Slut took her red skirt of so we could admire the third and last cunt. She pulled out the dildo, but not totally, she gave her a fuck for a few seconds, just to make het pussy even more wet. Then the red Slut started pissing in our glasses. The tasting started again with new comments and notes. In the meanwhile I had started playing and fingering a bit the pussy of the white Pissing-Slut in. Much. And when she was done she slurped it down and lickedme clean. Did I think someone would pay for that privilege? Yeah,probably. Sodid Zak and Gerry when she gave them the sameopportunity to experience her skills. Bythe time she?d finished on them, I?d had the chance to think about herproposition. Actually it wasn?t such a dumb idea. Certainly it avoided thewhole problem of a body turning up somewhere with all the problems of forensicsand the rest. I mean, I know there isn?t a TV series. "You can start by telling me who you are, and where I am." Rachael whispered faintly without opening her eyes. "I feel like there's a thousand pounds of pressure lying on me." I am Ashton Mitchell. I am the truck driver that rescued you off of I-146when I found you in the snow freezing to death." Doug, is he here? And where am I? Are we in Montana?" Rachael asked."I'm afraid not. We are in Denver, Colorado, and you are in the St Mark's Rehabilitation Center. And who is Doug, because he isn't.