"Mmm look at you. You fucking nasty slut!" I said to myself, mouthing the words, "Fuck me," aloud.I could feel the blood rushing to my penis, quickly ...urning me into a horny little slut as I rushed over to set up my camera. I carefully tiptoed around the room in my ridiculous heels as I erected the tripod and set the camera to self-timer.Quickly, I moved the suitcase off the bed and sat down cross-legged on the edge, looking at myself in the mirror as I picked up my new heels. I couldn't wait. The sight captured my heart and brought tears to my eyes as a misty-eyed Beth looked up at me—her face shining with visions of what we could expect in the future.“Hi, Sweetie,” she whispered with a loving glow.“Baby, you look like you’re enjoying holding little Paul too much. Are you giving him back to his mommy?” My tears communicated my thoughts. I couldn’t wait for this scene with my own children.“Oh, Nate. I can’t wait to hold our first little one. A few more months, and we need to get to. He also left out the ‘hand of God’ experience in the Sistine Chapel, so as not to appear totally insane, and continued to describe how he began to feel ill and couldn’t sleep, until he was on the plane home. How he felt better on arrival and rented a car — driving with no destination — how the car broke down in Woodhaven, how the children had woke him, how he sat in her church and gave the checks in the offering plate when it passed. Finishing with, ‘The rest you already know.’ Faith seemed. I probably should try to let go, but she meant everything to me.’ ‘I know she did, Marty, and she loved you. She told me that time and time again.’ He turned his head toward her and stared straight into Deborah’s eyes. ‘Did she, Deb? Did she really? Then why did she spend her last nine hours in a motel room with her stinking boss? I can never forgive her for that.’ ‘I can’t answer that, Martin. It’s as big a mystery to me. We shared a lot, talked about who and what we liked, and didn’t like..