Giving his bound testicles a little tug, I encouraged him to rise up on all fours and acknowledge the beauty before him.“That’s it ... take a good...long look at that succulent peach just waiting for your attention,” I growled, reaching down to stroke his sandy-colored buzz cut. Letting my hand drift down his neck and shoulders, I felt the muscles taut and ready beneath his smooth skin, and as he remained motionless with his nose mere inches from my wife’s parted, salivating snatch, I continued. It wasn't really, but it felt that way to Scott and a smile was fixed on his face.A couple of hours later, he took an extended meal-break in Amarillo. Amarillo could have easily been mistaken for just another big cow town, if not for the Pantex plant where the nation built and disassembled nuclear weapons. Then there was the familiar silhouette of a V-22 Osprey tilt-rotor aircraft flying near the airport. They built them here, he remembered.The shadows were growing long by the time he reached. "Sir you are going to have to follow this gentleman and speak to the big guy about this little mix up." Chuck Adams" Yes Sir" Oh please call me God." Ok so what is going on?" asked Chuck"Well you see Chuck you weren't supposed to die the way you did yet." Ok, so I died early." "What's the big deal?" It screws up my plans" said God, "so I'm pulling a Bill Murray on you."Chuck thought for a second and said "Ok I'll bite what's a Bill Murray?" Groundhog Day, you get to go back and redo your last. Sometimes it was hard keeping up with him.Jack helped his wife in the car and drove to the restaurant. They went to an Italian restaurant that they both liked. It was date night for the couple. Having kids was exhausting and they needed a night out to just enjoy each other’s company.Jack parked the car and they went into the restaurant. They were seated in a cozy section near the fireplace. Piano music played while the couple looked through the menu. Jack ordered wine and they decided on what.