The shuttle bus might have been 50 years old but all I know is that I was on first and as more and more passengers shoved and pushed their way on I fo...nd myself in standing with my back pressed against a luggage cage. The most unusual thing is that there was really only room for two people to stand back there and to my surprise an Indian auntie who seemed to be traveling alone ended up rudely pushing her way into the one space in front of me. The space was separated from the rest of the bus by. Thank you"Rachel. A shiver went through me, and I already was fascinated by this mystery "call lady". There would be more than an hour and half if I had anything to say. I wasn't a guy, who wanted to "get laid" I wanted a life experience,. I knew already this was a good decision.Three days later I was called and asked what day would suit me. I told them and I paid the flat fee over the phone with my credit card, and supplied again my address, and directions. The woman assured me that Rachel. Sheila is really a nice enough person. She has some flaws but some positives as well. All that we told you about her life was true, except that she lived a quite acceptable life, more than enough to gain entrance to what most on Earth call heaven." Sheila is scheduled to pass on in a week in a car accident. A drunk driver will be taken off the streets. The driver is a famous musician and his incarceration will help change the negative image of rock and roll and alcohol being synonymous. Sheila. "With that, Trevor scurried out of the room. Richard laughed alittle but stifled himself when he noticed that I'm staring hardat him. He tugged at his buttoned up collar uncomfortably andcleared his throat.He said, "Ahem! So, let's continue with the treatment." Erm, I need to get your penis out of the way, to wash thewound. Is it all right?"I blushed and quickly looked down. I murmured shyly, "Sure, goahead."Richard was professional about the treatment. There isn't anyhanky panky stuff going.