Cheryl stood near the table, dimming the lights, rubbing oil into her hands. Arie could feel her heat on him. Enshrouded in his dark, lightless world,...he imagined her warmth as subtle waves of orange that brushed his neck, shoulders, and cheeks. Arie couldn’t help but imagine Cheryl’s tight, round ass inches from his head, his face just as close to her pubis. As Cheryl worked her hands over Arie’s muscular back, (bringing him a smooth, calming pleasure that directly contradicted the stimulation. Half the time they were out of what you needed. Everyone lives so crowded too. The people were nice, when I could understand them. I cried every night for the first three months. One night, I just got tired of crying, and I started trying to make the best of things. I was mad too, but I knew it wasn't doing any good." You're back now. What are you going to do?" I'm going to get really clean, then I'm going to go to sleep on my own bed, in my own room. When I get up, I'm going to have daddy take. Waiting for some major event that required me to step in and do something wonderful was wearing on me. Each time I found myself involved in major happenings, be it weather events, tragedies, or personal things that would have gone unnoticed, I wondered if this was 'it.' I'd died often enough not to feel fear, as much as trepidation about how, and where. The truth, when I told myself the truth, was that I had grown tired of wondering and wanted to get it over with, and hopefully reclaim my. I took a big breath and blew them all out in one puff to the exclamations of the two families.“So who told you it was my birthday tomorrow?” I asked looking around.“Your Mom, silly,” Trish and Delta said together. Then Delta added, “When we were there last time, she made me promise that we would give you a party.”Trish turned up the lights and announced, “Let’s have some cake, before Chuck opens his presents.”I sat there stunned. Cake, presents, what else could there be?After eating the cake.