It been six months sense he started working and nothing of interested really happen till one day.He was working on a house of a porn star name Michell... Mclaren. She was tall busty porn star with super models look. Her legs were long and statuest. Her hair were long and blond down her back and she had deep juicy lips. She was a tattoed, pierce goddess, with sexy pierce tounge and navel. She would walk around the house with tight leather pants and tight shirt. Her nipples seem always hard. "Well, I've been a Christian for a long time and had seen unbelieving sinners come and go, but I knew Who spoke to me, for my soul knew Him. I was, without any doubt at all, meeting my Maker.I wasn't too shy to answer, "Hello, Lord."He smiled. I have to admit that this smile was not a particularly reassuring one and I felt a shiver run through my ... ummmm... "un-body". I did not think I would be able feel my blood run cold once I was dead."I was not expecting you to meet me, Lord," I said,. She sat with her left arm on the sill, the glass beside it, her right hanging at her side, smiling, benevolently at him, her double chin wobbling as she swallowed apprehensively. “No man has seen what lies under my clothing since my Joe died, much less touch me, so I am sorry if I am nervous and unhelpful, Joe used to like me to sit still like this as he undressed me, before he…” she realised what she was about to reveal and in confusion said, “please continue, but allow me to just sit here. Maybe we can talk about things.”With that he fell asleep.I had been waiting for this call for what seems like an eternity. When that thrice damned witch bound me to her family my only hope was that they would die out soon. Unfortunately they always managed to have one male offspring. At least now I could stop waiting around and DO something. My awareness was drawn into what looked like a cabin. Yes, this is where the bitch and I fought and where she bound me. Casting my awareness further into.