It made no fucking sense whatsoever! And it ESPECIALLY made no sense because killing the Andersons would make the angel REALLY mad! And to make matter... even MORE INSANE, God could resurrect the Andersons again anyway, SO WHAT WAS THE FUCKING POINT!The angel's latest email had included, "but US Government did kill Mark Anderson". I'd been a bit lazy in my wording, partly to put a negative spin on it and partly because I knew the CIA would have killed me after they'd finished experimenting on me.. When she went to get a pair of panties she paused. A naughty smile came to her face and she closed the drawer. It's a warm day so I won't need panties, she told herself. She felt so naughty leaving the apartment without panties. If the neighbors only knew what a kinky lady I am now, she thought and chuckled to herself.The outdoor mall was crowded as usual. As Becky made her way through the shoppers and past the vendors stalls set up on the sidewalk she suddenly felt something between her legs.. So it may have seemed to them as though the entire world, or most of it, was covered with water. I mean, you know we don't have the kind of memories of the past that you do. We have to go on what the people, the humans back then, saw and passed on to us in writings that were made long after what they describe, after the words had been handed down aloud through many tens or hundreds of years. Events can become exaggerated, made more than they are, when one tells another and that one tells a. I’ve thought about it even since I was twelve. Now, I desired mom even more after seeing those erotic pictures.Vivek didn’t get back to me until two days later. I ran into him heading to my Biochem class. He was waiting in the hall outside the classroom. “Hey vinu. I have that information you wanted.” he said in a conspiratorial tone. Fuck it. My mom was more important to me than Biochemistry.“Let’s go sit on the benches outside where we can talk.” He shook his head and followed me out of the.