The time was early 70’s no porn mags just the Sears lingerie section or topless African women in National Geographic. I was hanging out with my frie...d when his little b*****r fell asl**p on the couch. His mom asked someone to carry him up to bed, after the usual wining from his b*****r I volunteered. I picked him up carried him up the stairs to bed and then realized that I didn’t know what room was his. I looked around and then saw his Aunt was standing at the door to her bedroom holding her. Hey hey, dont get your slutty britches in a bundle, we are going to be here a while. The white man steps up for the busty BBW- pulling the black man off- hey bud, Im the CFO here, Jon Sacks, dont fuck with her. Thanks the white BBW says. So what are all your names? She keeps talking trying to pass the time. Her top is soaked from the rain. Each time she breaths her Big Boobs Show a bit through her red top. Is anyone else nervous in closed spaces? the black woman asks. Everyone other than the. "She found a spell that would hold your soul in limbo until the next equinox." Equinox?" asked Jane. "How long have I been..." Four months!" chimed Jan and Jill, together."Before we go further," Jo said seriously, "we are all dying to know. The other side, Jane. You were there! Tell us! Tell us everything you remember!"I felt my brow furrow, my eyes shift. "I... It... It just happened!" said Jane. "Just now! There was the truck, and I screamed... and... and I closed my eyes, and... and... I was. I had been there before, but had never seen it with the appreciation experienced through my new eyes. Here in front of me, and all around me, were reminders of lives lived before. I was truly dumbstruck. The history was a living testament to accomplishments by people who had done something with their lives, and an even bigger reminder of how short life really is. I had already wasted four decades once, while in less time, others had made history. Painters, sculptors, explorers, and men of.