I think she's the only one who can call him that without risking serious physical harm."He grinned. He did a little double take. "You're the one who t...ok a bullet for his father. You must be his fiancée who refused to leave him at the hospital. I was driving one of the cars when you came home. Your father is a great guy. Thanks." You're welcome but I didn't do anything heroic. I just got shot."He laughed. "Ma'am, your 'Uncle Mitch' is this way."We walked with him over to Mitch's car. I could. My hand cups your mound, massaging, caressing. A finger, then two slip inside you. Your hips buck against my palm, urging me on. I finger-fuck you hard, maneuvering us both back underneath the warm trickling water. "Will you trust me?" I ask looking into your blue eyes."I can't do it," you say, biting your lip."You can," I press.I crook my fingers and rub your g-spot, knowing what it will do to you. Expletives pour out of your mouth, mixing in with pants. "I have to-"I cut you off with a deep. Not that Islam had anything to do with it.Jihadists ... those following the new religion ... Jihad and those purported Imams who preached it ... thought what remained of the United States would be a perfect target of destruction and the few survivors would be sex slaves to the heads of Jihadism ... the Imams ... there is something about western women that brings out the worst in eastern men. Independent, headstrong women just pisses off a people who have never left the stone age.After. But I think there’s more to it. There is a spiritual component of some kind. No, that’s not quite right; I don’t think, I know.”“Faith?”“Experience. Let me tell you a story.”I told her about my visions, and then Bethany’s vision, and the fact that I had never talked to Bethany about it nor written it in my journal. And that I had no explanation for our shared experience.“And that makes you think God might exist?”“It makes me think there is something beyond just our physical bodies. Call it a.