.. really don't know." Well, while you decide, let me retune the computer. Right now it is set on false colors. It would probably turn flesh tone into...an awful green."Hey, I'm not going to get on your 'puter and be sent around the world by mistake." I can't send it anywhere. The modem's not connected. We could try a mirror, but this is better. Trust me." Right! Anyway, I haven't said that I'd do it yet." Didn't say that you had. I'm just getting ready for if you do." What the hell. At least. They hop in a stretch limo and go out the front door. There are about 500 acres of land, with mountains and lakes and rivers. There is a huge castle on one of the mountains with about 200 rooms. St. Peter says “This will be yours for eternity. You can live in that castle with servants to wait on you hand and foot, and you can have everything you want.”The bus driver looks and St. Peter and says “Well, now, don’t think I’m not grateful, but shouldn’t the priest get all this, not me? Shouldn’t I. Now please don't worry, there's nothing wrong with that, it justmeans that your testosterone levels are sky-high at the moment. I betyou get an erection every other minute don't you?"I knew I was by now very red in the face, but I answered anyway. "Sure,I get loads of erections, but they don't feel like the ones earlier,they just feel like a stiffie, the sort you get, sorry, blokes get, whenlooking at a porno mag, but these ones felt different. Felt sexual, no,wrong word, they felt sensual.. Gray stood and turned to face me. “He likes everything to be in perfect working condition, doesn’t he?” “Yes …” “Yes, he does. He told me about you’re little strip show out here. He’s was madder than skunk for a good long time about it.” “Yes. He was,” I said robotically, looking up the tall old man standing next to me. I had never really looked at Gray Swensen. Handsome, surprisingly so, his face had a distinguished, experienced look to it that reminded me of my favorite uncle Hal. His hair.