D. Webster hates vacation requests, and a mental health reprieve would be the only acceptable reason to take time off. I dredge up a weak smile and sh...ke my head. “I’m sorry. I think I must really need that break. I completely forgot asking for it.”His face softens and he gives me a ghost of a smile. “Yeah, we’ve been swamped the last few weeks. I think I’ll take one myself when you come back.”I nod and power off my computer. “Sounds like a good idea. I can’t believe I forgot mine.”He pats my. I held it open while she picked up the dish and leaned over to slide it back on the shelf. When she leaned over, my eyes went straight to her firm and voluptuous ass. I can feel my blood starting to pound because I know that those bright red shorts and the rest of what she’s wearing is going to be laying on my bedroom floor, in just few more minutes. As she turned and straightened up I saw her eyes hesitate on the bulge in my shorts. I saw her eyelids flicker and then slowly move up over my. It took me a couple of days to process what he had told me. He was in fact, correct. In my heart, I had killed God. Nobody is home or on the throne.It’s a liberating, yet lonely thought. All my life, I have been told of a loving Father which is an image I clung to as I never had one. The Christian faith is burned deep into my soul/mind and even though I have no “faith” I still find comfort in it’s familiarity. I’m also Heathen and find comfort in the sagas of my ancestors and the images of. I hope you enjoy it, feel free to leave comments with suggestions on how to improve)We hadn't seen each other for a month so we were both looking forward to a week together of noisy passionate love making. I was making her favourite food, home-made pizza, ready for her arrival. Due to the unbelievably warm weather we had I was cooking wearing only my boxers. Luckily she arrived early and was knocking on my door. So when I heard the knock on my door I opened the door a crack, saw her, and.