The only way I could get to him was the windscreen. His truck had the split variety. It was an old truck. The passenger side had shattered, so I pulle... the other half of the glass out and tossed it away.I was finally able to reach in to touch him. I’ve never touched a dead person before. It’s a very weird feeling. My spirit guide could also feel my sorrow and distress and tried to comfort me. We both knew the truckie’s living spirit was gone from his body. I could do nothing for this man.Even. I bent several rules to make sure he knew about those purchases. It wasn't all give and no take. Fewer drug users in a community translate into less merchandise stolen from businesses, including your local Wally World.Gil was anxious to pay me back and every time we got together he would tell me so. He also knew my three girls and had a daughter that was only a few years younger than Suzie and Debbie. That was the motivation for his work. I wasn't Gil's only contact and he had information on. I got to explain WHO gave me the ring and like ANY girl who gets engaged in high school, you know, answering the question, "Uh ... Are you PREGNANT?" Honestly now, are things so screwed up that people think the only reason a girl wants to get married is to give her baby a daddy's name? Worse than that, how many of 'em just go ahead an' have a baby and DON'T get married because either the guy is a massive turd or they don't even KNOW who the daddy is.Jason and I talked. Babies are serious. She pulled back, looked at me, opened her mouth, and kissed me back.It started right there.Kissing my step-daughter passionately, I looked at her, pulling back, and then moved against her again. Kissing her harder, I lowered my hands and pulled up her shirt. She raised her arms and I pulled her shirt over her head. Looking at her small, teenage breasts in her bra, I moved lower and slowly pulled down her pajama shorts. They went past her small, teenage thighs and then down towards her.