Special, really. All her concerns, all her fears about Hell, had been thoroughly dispelled when Blaze - her beloved - popped her little cherry. She th...ught she knew what sex was... but this couldn't be right. She knew she had never felt so good, so complete before. It wasn't a fun romp, it was a gentle melding that love intensified to the heavens. All she knew and cared about on Earth... it was nothing. This was life. This was love."Aaaahn... I love you sssoooooo muuuuch..."Her smile in the. False hope really isn't better than none at all. Finally, he was ready; he said his final prayer, and closed his eyes, and lifted the gun--And then he thought of something that stopped him for good. What happens after you die? Hell didn't matter. He was in Hell now.But what if he had a chance to see her in the next life? What if he could make her understand? What if he had a chance to have a place in her heart again, in some other world? And what if he'd be screwing that chance up if he killed. Interesting." How would you know?" asked Bess sitting on the white queen sized bed bare except for a fitted sheet and tapping a spot beside her."I guess I don't yet, but I'd like to find out," I said sitting beside her. We kissed."Oh fuck, Lancelot, it's wonderful to see you," she whispered barely audibly. After a second longer kiss, she asked, "To whom do I have the honor to serve?" Uhm, I'm Phil." And why are you lonely Phil?" My girlfriend and I, well, I hoped she might be the one. I planned. The other thing that had happened in my first university year was that I had developed a strange and nasty obsession. One night, when I was working on my laptop I had clicked on a popup. The link led to a page with pictures that showed girls taking a shit. There were men, obviously some kind of slaves, that were forced to eat the girls crap and they enjoyed the unbelievable treatment. I knew, not only since I had sexual fantasies about my own mother, that I was prevent. But in fact I was.