You have everything. I mean, you're God, right? What could I give you?" Give me what you gave me last year," God said. "Just all your love." That's ha...d to do. I need a little for myself. It's getting hard to give you all my love." Holding some back, are you? Well, that's the only gift I want." You really make it hard. I don't know why you need all this love." Because I'm God." Didn't you ever hear the expression God is love? You are love. You don't need any more." Adam, you can never get. Costain," he said when I'd finished."Larry." I corrected."Larry," he concurred. "I'm Jim. Not James, please; and not Jimmy either, if you don't mind. Is that it?" No. There's a possibility, and that's all I can say, a possibility that it was somebody named Walter Quiller who was driving the car that hit her, and that it was deliberate. There's a stronger possibility that Walter Quiller was here in the hospital shortly after she'd been brought in, posing as me, trying to see her."That got his. She wiped the sticky residue off with her hand, then wiped her hand on her skirt. ‘Jesus, baby, you sure do give great head!’ Mike said as he tucked his cock back where it belonged and zipped up his pants. He slid back under the steering wheel, started the car, backed out of the secluded spot, then drove Lori back towhere he’d picked her up. ‘You want to go out with me again tomorrow night?’ he asked before she got out of the car. ‘Ah, sure,’ Lori replied. She wondered if he’d want her to suck. Just hearing your voice is so wonderful! As far as work was concerned, Paul's first reaction was to see if he could hire you for IBM in Poughkeepsie! He's going to see what might be available for me in one of the IBM offices in Washington, preferably in the Federal Systems operations. I think he was genuinely sorry that he would be losing me, although he did wish us both the best of luck. He said I've been doing an outstanding job. Dear, I've been lucky to have him as my manager for the past.