The angel gave an exasperated sigh.“She’s the goddess that deals with people like you. You know, people that didn’t achieve anything in life, an... died pretty young.” said the angel.Didn’t achieve anything? What an ass! I’ll have him know my signed limited edition collection of Fumbo Snap figures was only two away from being completed! But I guess that’d only prove his point. I resigned myself to following the angel’s instructions, entering the door marked “Esther”.Inside, sat at a desk was a. She thought it was a fair exchange. She was right.Lucinda had formed a relationship with the Gruffs largely by accident. Escaping from the farm one afternoon, hot and weary from lying in the sun for most of the day, she walked down to the river, hoping to take a quick dip in the cool water, before heading back to the farmhouse, and pretending to her father that she had been working.Upon arrival at the river, Lucinda was surprised to see a man leaping from a tree branch into the river, stark. I leaned into her and gave her a kiss and put my hand on her inner thigh as I did her legs parted slightly she was wearing those baggy thin trousers that women wear as my hand moved up to the junction of her thighs I could feel her cunt lips through the thin material. Time to go home I said to which she nodded. We got into the car and as I started up her hand reached over and again felt my hard cock through my trousers. This time, rubbing it along its length. I said to her ‘get my cock. That’s pretty much the reason for coming to Sr. High Camp, to meet ones your folks won’t know about. When you’re going to be a sophomore next year, Camp John Wesley’s where you can do what a senior does, but it’s still pretty intimidating.Colored laces in my tennies may have expressed my personality in middle school, but at this level, perhaps they mark me as a geek. I’m not sure. I shouldn’t define my life around conformity, of course, but I don’t want them to see me as different. I have to.