Fifty-six year old loser. And I had always heard that people who commit suicide aren't supposed to get into heaven. So I figured that this must be som... sort of weird, unfathomable, perverse kind of hell."Al-l-l-right! So if this is hell, that means that I DIDN'T screw up killing myself," I thought with satisfaction.I guess it's natural to be a little goofy when you wake up after killing yourself, but that last thought sure proved it.At that moment, I felt, more than I actually heard, the door. They started walking down the hall where the police were detaining his mother. "Amber, get the elevator," he said as he walked over to his mom and the girls."Let go of me!" Annabelle said in anger."Ma'am, calm down," Officer James Betman replied as he released her arm."Come on mom, let's blow this Popsicle stand. Girls, go to the elevator," Victor said as he picked up one of his daughters."Stop him!" Doctor Mike Hessian snarled from the doorway."Look, he can't keep me here if I don't want to. "About you." That's your prerogative, Mama. You have to decide what you can live with." He opened his mouth to say more, but closed it, biting off whatever it was. I knew it would have been an attempt to persuade me. Instead, he said, "I have to insist that you move ahead with preparations to find a sponsor, though." He phrased THAT very carefully, too. "I can't do it for you. Mona was no help?" She only succeeded in embarrassing me," I related."The process is embarrassing. Doing it right is. "You can at least kiss me."And he did. The kiss developed into another, and soon Megan's small, lively tongue joined Tony's in play. After they broke up to catch up on their breath, Megan gripped Tony's painful bulge through his jeans, and started rubbing it."Megan, we have to stop. The noise will bring Brenda around, or at least make her suspect something." We'll be quiet, Tony!" No we won't. When you get into it, your moans get loud. And when you come, you scream." I do?" Megan was.