I’ll be right back.” I ran into the office and came back out a few minutes later.“Let’s go home!”“What about work?”“I told them that I...just got engaged and I wanted to start moving my soon-to-be wife into my place. They told me to take a personal day.”“Oh Terry, you didn’t have to do that.”“Yes I did. Just like I have to marry you. I have to do these things because I love you with all of my heart. I love you forever.”FLASH!“We love you forever too.” FLASH!I felt a shock go through me. What the. Dying sucks, I'm here to tell you, and it's a damned good thing you only have to do it once. No one, and I mean NO one, would ever sign up for a second death.Being dead isn't bad, it's the getting there that's a bitch. It's kind of like one of those vacations to an obscure little Pacific island. Once there it's Paradise, but getting there is a royal pain in the ass, or in my case in the chest.When you're dead, there is no more pain, and that's a good thing. The flip side is there isn't much in. Besides his extraordinary good looks, he had a manner about him that Kimberly had found irresistible. He eventually was to own her body and soul.The next year was a roller-coaster ride. Her life suddenly focused on orbiting around Andrew Holt. She had been very much in love with him. Looking back now, it had been beyond love, it had been an obsession. She became completely devoted to him. She had fallen into a submissive role without even understanding what he was demanding of her. She could. ” I laid her on her back on the floor and walked over to my backpack pulling out the device she would both love and hate. A vibrator. Not just any, one where the vibrating head was about the size and shape of a light bulb with a point at the top that was to reach her clit. I shoved it so her tightly bound legs held it in place and wrapped a rope around to ensure that she couldn’t jar it away from her pussy. The massive head spread her lips wide, and the appropriate part rested against her.