I struggled to come up with any, until my eye caught a man arriving withhis wife and two young teenaged children. He looked to be mid-40s, tall,about ...'4", a full head of hair, well built in a sporty way with a nicesmile. I nodded in his direction and said to Rachael, "Well, if I reallyhad to choose, I think it would be someone like him over there." Ooh, I can see why you fancy him, Penny. He is a hunk, isn't he?" andagain I just shook my head and made nothing of it.Soon, our meal was finished. The entire universe was his property. If a child rips an action figures arm off, do you scold him for hurting the figure? No, you just leave him to it, because its his toy? And do you scold him for looking up the skirts of his sisters Barbie dolls? No, of course not, because theyre just toys, and hes not hurting anyone. Thats what the people of the universe are to God. They are his playthings, his property, to do with as he wishes. If they misbehave, then they are punished, and if they are. So be it!Try to keep this goal in mind as you write. Try to be thinking about endings and ways to link threads together. Also, all we need is two options for each chapter. If there are already two maybe think about adding elsewhere to the story before starting a whole new thread.How will this work?I will leave this story on Private until November 1st whereupon I will switch it over to Public. Chaos shall ensue for the month of November (or, if my previous attempt at community writing is any. We had our last ever sex encounter back then. The last of more than 100 over almost 6 years. His little dick had grown that last time. Grown to 4 inches from the tiny dick I sucked all those times before.We both knew we were predominantly straight even back then. We both left home for college and our lives took off in different directions.Until that wonderful day. I was 30 then. Back home on a summer day. Both my parents were at work, as was my wife. I just was offered a new job and I was.