Then there's Heaven with it's streets paved with gold. I mean, after the first hundred years, would you really care what the streets are paved with? H...ll, after the first hundred minutes.Reincarnation could be cool unless I came back as a cockroach or a maggot or something.I read somewhere that the stars are all people who died, but I'm not sure a couple million years of turning hydrogen into helium, or is it helium into hydrogen, before burning out, would be a lot of fun.Then there's the idea. Poor Margaret, trembling and wiping her face with her palms, first the left side, then the right, then the left. How much of the trembling was shivering? I can't face him. I can't watch him despise me. By now, Anthony would be gone. He would have grabbed his coat and left her there alone, his outrage having been multiplied by his public humiliation. Where will I stay?The bathroom felt like a cell, all the better for locking herself away, she thought. It was small like a cell. From the door to. The water rushing over her heated skin and aching nipples heightened her need for release. She reached for the shower head and screamed. Ben and Matt were sitting on the deck enjoying a beer, ready to hit the pool and cool off. They heard the shower turn on, both lost in thought of Meg…naked… just inside the opened French doors and a few minutes later, heard her scream. They both rushed into the bathroom, ready for a fight, and found Meg standing naked on the toilet. “Meg?” Ben asked. Meg. His rhythm was perfect. The same rhythm as the waves of pleasure that were starting to engulf her, the same rhythm as the sharp intakes of breath she felt forced to take. Her breathing was steadily increasing in volume, partially as a result of her heart pounding like a drum inside her chest and partially as a result of the stiff, unyielding hardness being driven into her. Suddenly Andrew's eyes opened wide as they looked directly into hers, his grunting and heavy breathing reaching a.