Finally, I decided that this must be hell. I mean, deep down inside, I knew it was still me. Phil Brown. Fifty-six year old loser. And I had always he...rd that people who commit suicide aren't supposed to get into heaven. So I figured that this must be some 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. But no, that was impossible."Wh-Why yes," the young student said haltingly. "It's just that I- I'm sorry that I wasn't in the room when you got there this morning and didn't have the chance to thank you..." Why not ask? the desperate young woman thought to herself... "And I wonder, Mr. Wright, Prince and I were just getting to know one another. Could I maybe... take him back with me? Just for the afternoon," she added hastily as she saw a slight frown come over Ben's ravaged features."Well, I. I was trying to back out of the whole thing up until just before going into their room. After that it was too late to back out. I was trying to back out again last night. Only Joe was so sure only a baby could save their marriage, and I was the only one that could do that for them. It was all to help Jenny and Joe. I tried to make it as clinical as possible. At least for me. Jenny woke up and I had to give her a big orgasm to be able to make it back here without her being aware of the. Jed was out of work for last six months and we were spending from our savings." Sandy spoke between her sobs."What do you want me to do?" I asked her."Can you please help me out a little?" She looked at me with her puppy eyes that used melt my heart."Not really, I am on a very strict budget myself, I had a good business but had to sell it when my bitch of an ex-wife claimed half of it and I had to spend a lot of money to buy this flat which was near my new office. I make enough but between my.