At one point, I texted her, You know it’s Ok with me if something happens.And to my complete surprise, she texted back, I think something is happeni...g.My mind raced and my cock was hard from the time I got that text until when she finally came home that night. I imagined her with some distinguished writer she’d always admired and now was getting to fuck. When she got home and came to bed, where I was but certainly not asleep, I asked her to tell me everything that happened.At one of the. They both slept for most of the plane ride and then took an Uber for the thirty-minute journey to Sam’s home. On the way, he told Beth his house was in the country and it had a state-of-the-art kitchen and one of the two bathrooms was en-suite to the master bedroom. Three guest rooms were not occupied at the moment and there was an indoor pool that Sam used almost every day.After the Uber driver left, Sam put their bags in his bedroom — “We can unpack later” — and Beth said she wanted to swim. Isn't it?" Then she quickly added, "I'm not sure who or why. That's what we'll have to find out!"Then she bid me a little farewell, saying she wanted to be with her mortal being. Interesting thought. My mortality had ended and it was almost like feeling I was without a home. Marilyn had a home to return to. Where was I to go?I can say for all intents and purposes, I was no longer, but yet, I was still here. I figured, like Marilyn's Spirit, I could go anywhere. So I did.Now the next part is. I could smell the cereal. The spoon tinkled against the mixing bowl. Rory slurped each mouthful and crunched cereal. Tinkle, slurp, crunch. Tinkle, slurp, crunch.Why a mixing bowl?“You sure you don’t want some?” she asked. “I have plenty.”“I noticed.”Tinkle, slurp, crunch.She announced a full stomach with a sigh. The bowl clattered on a side table and Rory slipped under the sheet.“Now, where were we?” she asked, moving into my side.I pulled one arm out from under my head and, placing it around.