I couldn’t stop myself from noticing the swelling of her breasts, her slim legs and her full lips. The shadows lengthened and the sun started to se..., we’d lost all track of time. The conversation felt like we were falling in love. I asked if she was hungry or thirsty, but she said no. She yawned widely, then apologized. “Oh, hell, baby,” I said. “I wasn’t even thinking, you’ve had a long day. I made up the spare room, it has its own bathroom. As for the rest … mi casa es su casa, you can have. "You and half the world. Belief is not an excuse to stop thinking and this is exacting with millions of people do every day. You can't know me without using your God-given imagination. That image," he said, pointing at the crucifix, "is so revolting and I am so out of here."With that last statement, Jesus walked out the main doors of the sanctuary. Travis slept on.The afternoon sun prodded his eyeballs and forced him to blink. Travis sighed with joy, enjoying the delicious haze of waking up. Me mene makhan lahaya lund pe or lun under ekdum ghus gaya ufffff ahhhhhhhhh or mere kamar me tange fasaaa di or muze chumne lagi gandi tarika se or me dhake marta raha or fir vi bhi chal uchal ke ke marvane lagi uff ahhhh or kehne lagi abhi tum thak haye hoge me tumahre upar ati hu or fir vo mere upar ake chutado ko gumane lagi or Chuchi mere muh me daal diya bas fir mene use kutiya banaya kya lag rahi thi kutiya bani hue. Pao me pajeb or hato me chuddiya or chuchiyo me latakta maga sutra h. His fear of spiders was near absolute and causing a vivid, lingering hallucination was easy.Now, while he still felt like he was going to puke, he was about to shit his pants as well.I wondered which end would win.About the time the spiders would fade away, so would his memories of me and my abilites – until the next time I wanted him to know me.Maybe the slimy shit would follow my rules a little better if he could remember why they were so important ... you know ... other than those occasional.