I am here on my own free choice and I too will repeat what must have been told to you before. We are not a religion and we do not serve a god.”“Ye... this has been mentioned, but it all has the trappings of an organized religion. With temple-like buildings, codified behavior and countless symbolic trappings like your robes and the rituals required to access this place.”“Your observations and conclusions are not without truth. They ring with the learned sarcasm of an intelligent person dismissing. ‘Liar,’ she snapped. ‘You chickened out again, didn’t you?’ ‘Alice…’ ‘Sam, you’re leaving the country tomorrow. Tomorrow, Sam!’ ‘I know!’ ‘You’ve promised me every day this week that you were going to tell your parents.’ ‘I know, okay? It’s just…’ Groaning, I reached down into the box and pulled out another pair of jeans. ‘It’s not that simple, is it?’ ‘Well.’ Oh, how well I was getting to know that ‘well’. I slapped the packet down beside the first. ‘Don’t,’ I begged, even though I knew. She threw her head back, crying out as she ground down against Jake’s hand. She slumped against him, her head nestled on his shoulder and the intimacy sent little flames of fear skittering down Jake’s spine. Becca looked up at Jake, her eyes glazed over from her orgasm. She licked her lips and Jake forgot his fear. He bent and kissed Becca hard, his fingers still buried in her pussy. Becca moaned and rocked into Jake. Jake broke the kiss and pulled his hand from her shorts, forcing his fingers. .. the apartment, her home above the restaurant turned catering shop.Annie rubbed her face and tried to re-focus on the spreadsheet she was working on, the invoice for Gerald's. "How about a drink, Bubba?" she asked the German shepherd that lay sprawled beside her desk. She rose from the old rolltop and padded to the tiny kitchenette. Reaching into a cabinet she withdrew a rocks glass and a bottle of Jack Daniels. She poured two fingers of the golden bourbon, topped the glass with water, took a.