The band we had come to hear had just ended and the night was getting late. My name is Robert and I’ll assume that if you’re reading this story, y...u may have already read Jesse’s two other submissions. So I won’t go into detail on what she looks like or me, for that matter, since our photos are posted on our profile. Anyway, the 40Watt is a venue in our college town that hosts live music. And here we were, feeling completely buzzed, when I noticed this guy who kept looking at Jesse. And who. And I knew she was dead so that means I must be dead also.I can tell you one thing for certain ... I never knew being dead could HURT so much.Why does it hurt so much?“I think he is coming out of it,” I heard a female voice say. “Mr. Wilson? Mr. Wilson? You are going to be okay.”“Okay?” Is that what I heard, “Okay?” I would think if you are dead, it would either mean things are going to be wonderful (heaven), or things are going to be awful (hell), but not just “okay.”And why would the angels. After a relaxing lunch, he gave Mom a call and informed her he was on his way to the airport. He let her know he should be home no later than eight o'clock that night. Mom excitedly began preparations for the big surprise she and Amy had put together for Dad’s homecoming. She gathered all the sex aids that would be needed to enhance that night's major event. Mom double checked to make sure everything was within arm’s length of their marital bed. She taped a note on the back door leading from. “ Barbara, I want you to meet Sara’s daughter, Nancy. Nancy, this is Mrs. Johnson. They are new to the area”“Good to meet you, hope you enjoy your swim” Nancy said politely. Nancy joined Jim at the bar. “Shit Jim, we damn near got caught that time,” Nancy whispered. “I’m going back to the house but will be back soon to finish you off” “Barb, you have a beautiful tan,” Betsy said looking directly at Barb’s boobs as she removed her bra. . There were no strap marks around her shoulders and her.