“So what do you make of it all?”“Has to be the Rapture,” I reply all matter of fact. “Nothing else makes sense.”“Never considered that,�...� Harry mulls it over. “So that horn announced the Tribulation?”“Exactly.”“Holy crap,” Harry connects the dots and his composure shifts to one of defeat. “God has abandoned us. We’re fucked then...”“I’m Catholic,” Melinda counters. “We don’t believe in that Rapture bullshit.”“Not sure that rightly matters,” I say and am about to further my case but a loud. As they were quietly drinking their second bottle of wine, Bob noticed that Jenny seemed to have something on her mind. "What's wrong?" he asked."Nothing," Jenny answered."Come on... you look like you have something on your mind."Jenny did have something on her mind but she wasn't sure she should bring it up. However, the wine had loosened her tongue and she said, "I... I... was just wondering... uh... why me?" Why you? What does that mean?" Well, you're handsome, rich and eligible. I know that. M. and the rest rolled in by 11. It was six p.m. before we finally tracked down the last woman and got her on the set. Then she was horrible. I mean, she was drunk and bitchy. I wound up on set from 8:30 a.m. in the morning to 2:30 a.m. the next morning. I told the producer never to call me again."She shook her head sadly."He was angry at me," she continued. "Like it was anyone's fault but his that this happened. Hell, I was the only one on time. I sat there with the director for almost two. Мне не хотелось прерывать своё удовольствия, и я лёг, а следом за мной легла и Ира, устроившись удобно у меня на животе, продолжила лизать сосать и подрачивать мой болт. Её энергия снова била через край, но, увы, не долго, я заметил, как она работала губками всё медленнее и медленнее, а потом остановилась, я поднял голову и увидел, что Ира уснула. «Твою мать!» - сказал я про себя и медленно уложил Иру на подушку, а сам встал с кровати со стояком и стал думать, что делать дальше. Распалить то.