. why, it must not be very long. It appears from underground just outside our property!" That's right. Would you like to see the prettiest spot it flo...s through -- excepting our paradise, of course?" Jack turned onto a side road and picked up speed for a while. Then he took a narrow dirt road into a grove of willows and cottonwoods.He pulled off onto a grassy knoll and drove the car behind a weeping willow which hid it from the road. They got out and walked across the grass to a secluded little. Oh but itmust stop...it was overwhelming...but no,no it can't it's to good...justto good.These thoughts were soon overcome by nothing but the pleasureRebecca was feeling and then...something burst.A scream dropped out ofRebecca's throat as she was brought to a point of such intense pleasureshe could do nothing but jerk around on the bed and pound her headagainst the pillows.Soon the feeling died away and she lay gasping onthe bed.She couldn't even begin to think about moving,her body was madeof. Ingrid is just too ... well ... decent," he taunted."You need to have a special persona for this naughty lady friend of yours. Something along the lines of ... oh ... say ... Indigo." Dark blue for a dark personality? It might work." Tell me, Indigo. What do you want for your birthday?" What else? I want what all bad girls want -- a man!" she said, slipping further into her new character."What would you do when you got one, Indigo?" Oh, he would be so pleased! I have what it takes to fulfill a. Being dead is something I still have to get used to. It's playing havoc with my tenses. You try talking about yourself in the past tense or even the passed over, as in, no longer in the present or of this world.Anyway, I was an accountant with only the one client. Don Pellotti was head of a small family who all seemed to have nicknames with the exception of Juliette, who didn't seem to warrant one. Mine was "Numbers", or "Numbnuts", depending on who was talking about me. Not very imaginative I.