The egg was hollow, but something rattled inside when she gave it a shake.A piece of paper fell out, but when she went to read it her face went all st...ange. Like little miss perfect had just been given a test in some foreign alphabet she’d never seen it before.“What does it say?” I asked, reaching for the paper. Her hand pulled away.“I’m not sure if I should,” she said, biting her lip.“Allison! You let me see that right this instant,” I told her in my most matter of fact voice.“Oh, fine,” she. He could feel straps against his hips. It felt good. He didn't even wonder why she wore a garter belt when she had no stockings on.He lay down on her and started again. He only wanted one thing right now, and that was the feel of her flesh closed around him, hot throbbing relief from this pain. He pushed in, finding resistance. If he didn't know any better he would say she had never done this before. Then he hit it and he knew.She felt torn apart. All her desire fled. Something was terribly. They talk and joke some more, taking bites of the dessert inbetween. Eventually they notice they've consumed the whole thing and laugh at how the time had gone by. Ray orders the check, paying for the meal and leading Misty back out ot the car. "So, I hope you had a wonderful dinenr tonight Misty, I know I certainly enjoyed your company" Misty smiles and giggles a little, havign had a bit of wine she's a ltitle tipsy but not overly "Oh I had a wonderful time hun, no one's treated me to a dinner. Or, you can do your own reading, and figure out what it means to you. Being a man, son – that means thinking for yourself. That’s what I believe anyway. Your dad, too. Arnie. Especially Arnie.” That last seemed to catch him. Compel him.“Do you believe in God?” he asked suddenly.“Um … I do. Yeah. I do. I mean – it shifts. But yeah – higher power. I believe in a higher power.”He just nodded.“Do you?” I asked.“Um – I think so. I mean – it scares me to think that there isn’t one.”“Me, too,” I said,.