But he didn’t, he didn’t stand up to him and he was furious and frustrated with himself. Mark was cycling home through the park wishing he’d pu...ched that guy square in the face, he was replaying the scene in his head over and over and over on the way home. He passed a dense cluster of trees when he saw rustling. On a still day where there was no wind it drew his attention. He took his earphone out while slowing down to hear quiet moaning. He slowly and quietly dismounted and locked his bike up. It was thick and greasy looking, but that's what they needed for this first time. She dug four fingers into the tub and smeared them over his asshole before starting tight little circles aroundhis tight hole. As the lube warmed to body temperature it thinned some, but got much slicker and as uncle's feet drove firmly into the mattress his ass lifted from the bed. With that, she leaned into the back of his taut legs and pushed the dildo against his hole. At first it was OK as she just rubbed the. That image," he said, pointing at the crucifix, "is so revolting and I am so out of here."With that last statement, Jesus walked out the main doors of the sanctuary. Travis slept on.The afternoon sun prodded his eyeballs and forced him to blink. Travis sighed with joy, enjoying the delicious haze of waking up rested and feeling whole. The warm body snuggled up next to him seemed to curl into him like a..."Holy Shit!" he said through his clenched lips. He looked down and saw the girl snoozing. So really, what am I trying to say? I mean, so far, this sounds like some typical stoned, hippy bullshit about universal consciousness, right?I’m well aware that to discuss anything as sensitive as happiness or consciousness you immediately run the risk of sounding ridiculous, but I really think I might be on to something with this line of thinking.Something is very wrong, and very unnatural about the way most people live and think about this life, and I think it’s a major factor in why so many.