Making brief eye contact with my dad as a silent thanks for coming to my rescue, I darted out of the hotel room and quickly speed-walked to the front ...f the hotel. Finally free and on my own, I slowed my pace a bit. What should I do? I could do anything at this point. There was no one with me, no one watching over my shoulder or following me. It was just me, in a foreign city, with a passport and some cash. And some slutty clothes tucked away, for some reason. No way was I going to spend this. You drove people away from Me.Like, for instance, your wife. She developed a distrust for a Maker who would place you-- or people like you-- 'above' her."I snorted. "She was a sinner and did not believe in You as much as I did!"My Maker looked me up and down and shook his head. "You obviously missed the point whenI admonished you to not be judgemental.Your wife-- who you could not respect enough to listen to-- was more My minister in the world you lived in than you were, even as you were so. Her hand slid to the front of my arms and I felt her felt her fingers close around my nipples. She pinched lightly and pulled, pulling herself towards me. She leaned down and her mouth met mine. Our tongues touched. I could feel my legs turn to jelly and my body explode with tingling excitement. Margie took my right breast in her hand began to squeeze it, kneading, almost hurting as she squeezed it hard, pushing her tongue deeper into my mouth. I sucked on her tongue. My legs gave out. Hello!” again no response. Someone’s playing silly buggers. Getting my key and moving to the lift the phone goes again. “Hi it’s Jack. Hello? Can you hear me?” Getting a little tired I say, “it your last chance. Speak now or be forever sorry!” I wait for a couple of seconds then, “Hi Jack. Its Amy” her familiar broad Scottish accent whispers. “What’s wrong Amy?” “Nothing I just wanted to ……….I’ve enjoyed your company and wanted………. Say thank you.” “Your welcome.” I say. “Bye Jack.” And before I.