The killing part was not his idea.“You guys are Spirits of the living and I’m sure you won’t want to hang with me all the time. Be realistic her.... Your bodies have things to do and you’ll want to be with them.“I know we’re connected, and any time you need me or I need one or all of you, I know we can get together. But, Tom on the other hand ... well, we can keep each other company all the time.”Then, almost pleading with the girls, but in a firm voice I asked, “How about it?”They all thought. No-one lied. They couldn't. Even if they could they wouldn't want to. Interestingly no-ones surveys were exactly the same. It seemed to adapt on the fly according to your previous answers as no-one had exactly the same questionnaire.Life carried on mostly as normal, but there were some changes. There was no more crime. Police forces disbanded and found new jobs. Every government joined the UN, and eventually the UN became the only ruling body. Still no-one knew what the source of the channel. She still feltreally uneasy about it but she knew that the shop being their onlysteady source of income, she had to carry on. So that's what she did.The one saving grace of this particular day was that, this was Wednesdayand Linda always closed on a Wednesday afternoon. Although Linda stilldid this, most of the shops in the city centre stayed open. After anuneventful and for that matter unprofitable morning, Linda closed theshop for the rest of the day and returned to the flat."I really don't. This one was less urgent and thirsty one. More like a conversation. I had my hips pressed all the way forward. My cock, deep. But I was still fucking her, stretching out her pussy with long, hard strokes. A few more minutes of this, and I knew she would come the minute I told her to. I could see by the look on her face that she was paying attention to every sensation in her pussy right now. Felicity. That was the sorority girl’s name. Yeah. She told all her sisters about me and how I.