"But it's Sunday. The Browns are playing the Ravens! It's a grudge match! These kids won't be born till tomorrow, right?"I said to him, "Go call our d...ctor. Tell him what happened, and then ask him what we should do." Let the doctor take the responsibility of blowing off the Ravens and the Browns. You would think that since we are in Georgia he would want to root for the Falcons.I was headed to the kitchen to tell Deirdre when I bumped into her coming the other way. We both said, "Guess what!. Chris stepped back haunted by it. The name disappeared from the board."Can we communicate with the living?" Chris asked."Not directly. You can pray for the living just as the living pray forthe dead," Albert said."Why would we need the prayers of the living?" Chris asked."Your parents prayed that I would guide you and here I am," Albertsmiled."That presupposes you wouldn't be here if my parents had notintervened," Chris smirked."It helps to have a reminder," Albert replied.Chris imagined the. A frightened gasp followed the suggestion and heads began turning to where a rather thin, scraggly-looking Gnathar stood. He wore rich clothes but they were poorly coordinated and he caught as many derisive looks for his clashing wardrobe as for his uncouth appearance. His braided black hair was quite ratty and the scuzz of facial hair made him look like a drunkard. His pig-like blue eyes peered around the throne room from within deep folds of skin, giving him a frightened, almost trapped. His gaze was anything but level. "You know what, Chuck?" Yes?" I'm gonna let you see it, since you've been after it all night," I said."See what?" Acting like the virgin innocent but not doing a good job of it."My cock," I said, hefting the bulge my pants. It was the moment of truth and Chuck was right there in it. I took my hand away. My rising cock jerked in my pants and Chuck eyed it, excited and frightened. "C'mon," I said.He followed me around the side of the building, away from the.