Hearing this prayer, the Father left his consciousness and walked through a path of absolutely ecstasy, one that could have only been created by God. ...is muscles pulled and deep within, where prayer and faith had only lived, a heavenly feeling covered him from his toes to his scalp. ‘Fuck me Rachel. Make me cum’, David yelled. And with that, an eruption from within occurred…an explosion which brought with it lights and images of angels and heaven and peace and fun, exploded. Father David was. She was lying in her saree on her side. She was sleeping. I gently touched her shoulder and she awoke with a start. She sat up. “What time is it? Sorry I dozed off”“It’s past 5:30. I have made tea. Have some. I have already had tea”.I poured out tea for her in a cup and she drank it slowly. She placed the tea cup on the side table after drinking. Then unexpectedly she leaned towards me and kissed me on my mouth. I was now used to her moods. I opened my mouth slowly and she let her tongue inside. She wanted to be my friend. I clicked on her profile and added her. It said single and twenty one, so I thought what the hell. We talked. We talked for hours. She told me her story and how she wanted to leave her husband and how she had told him, but how he hadn't took it so well. I said I understood. I had known a few of the types before--those guys that marry the first piece they ever come inside. I told her so but said it was different with him, maybe because of his religion. She wrote back. His eyes were dark. His hair was black and neat, as if he was going to a dinner party. "How may I help you?" his voice was smooth and seductive. "My car ran out of gas about a mile from here," I said, smiling at him. "I would be happy to drive you back to your car, after you buy some gas." His voice was so seductive. If he'd told me his name was James Bond I would have believed him. "Of course," I said as I reached down to get some cash out my purse. Like an idiot I'd forgotten my purse back at.