Remember that discussion? That one led directly to us making love!”She smiled, “Yes, I remember. But then what, Steve? Catholics think you can giv... money to get out of hell!”“No, they don’t. If you are in hell, you are in hell. They believe in Purgatory, which is the ‘refining fire’ that burns off sins. But, even so, indulgences are wrong in my book. You can’t say Hail Marys or give money or do anything like that to earn points for heaven.”“Wait! You just contradicted yourself! If you can’t do. There was no dog with me this time. Alone, I felt like ... me. Somehow, I was the essence of Jennifer here. It was as if all the meaningless dross was sloughed off and I was the platonic ideal of who I was supposed to be. There was no pain, no hunger, no worry. Just me and infinity.And Them.Their voices weren’t indistinct whispers this time. I could hear them and understand them. They were fewer than before. That was oddly unsettling. They had seemed to be almost immortal and now, in a few. "Charlie, is everything really okay? This separation worries me." It shouldn't, mom." It does. It's me, Charlie. Explain things. I'm feeling very old and very slow."He hugged me. "Mom, it will be a long time before you're old or slow." He gave me a kiss. "It's not simple, I guess."There had to be a reckoning to straighten things out. Andrea had been permitted too much and, for us to be together, we had to align our thinking in a different way. It hurt me to spank her. It was emotionally hard. His tongue makes a small circle on her neck and she unknowingly shivers. He slowly begins kissing her, moving towards the back of her neck. He moves so slowly, barely touching her skin.Sanjula feels one hand caressing her hair then a second hand. He lifts her hair completely from her back and continues kissing her. Down, down, directly in the center of her back, making her skin twitch and move against his lips, he having full control over her. Sanjula breathes more heavily now, wanting this to.