When I got to the last couple of years, I explained that the whispers were still usually about danger but had become interspersed with encouragement.I...ended by telling them the identity of the spirit behind both the dreams and the voices.“Mr. Greenburg, you said you had no idea who, or what, was behind the dreams you have or the voice you hear. In my case, I can unequivocally state, with certainty, that it’s my first wife Laura. Anna’s great grandfather, a shaman, said it was. Guilt wracked her voice as she whispered. “How could I?”I held her, searching for words. My hands caressed her back, and finally, I said. “Your husband loved you, didn’t he?”Aribela nodded, sighing as I continued to caress her. Her thighs spread, and she pressed her wet, dripping sex to my belly. Despite her conflicted emotions and thoughts, it was clear her body yearned for yet more green cock. I pushed that thought aside, instead saying: “Would he wish you to be a barren maid until you died. Deadan had been killed by Kermac agents using Psionic means. Not that I knew all that much about any of my new friends, I had virtually no contact to Rodney and only exchanged a few words with Deadan, yet their death felt like a great loss to me. I felt guilty and wondered if I should have done something earlier.Two metal coffins were set on a raised dais and each of them was covered with the Union flag. We, the seven surviving members of that group stood separated from the rest of the cadets. I felt like I was drunk. The room seemed to pitch and tilt. I barked my shin against the corner of her coffee table as I passed through the living room to the staircase. My face was burning up. I needed to splash some water on it and take a moment to collect myself. I thought, maybe then…I don’t remember pulling myself up the stairway but I did, because that’s where I came to, on the carpeted hallway floor in front of the bathroom. There was a wet washcloth on my forehead, and Eleanor Kaminski.