It wasn’t so bad really. I wasn’t hungry, I wasn’t tired, I wasn’t anything really. I was dead; this was honestly more than I expected. Thankf...lly they kind of turned off my need for stimulation before they put me in here. Whoever “they” are; they’ve just called themselves “The Company.” You could practically hear the capital letters.I was purchased after my death, apparently. Wholesale. The god of my world had a chosen people and I wasn’t one of them. I don’t resent him for it. He didn’t throw. He hadn't a clue what to do, his hips weren't aligning with mine, but he was certainly enjoying himself. After a few songs, I began to get bored, and Mr. Big hands crept onto the dance floor and whispered something into my partners ear. His eyes widened and he stepped off, looking down he shuffled away into the crowd. Pretending to be annoyed, I looked up at my intruder, “Excuse me, his virginity was ripe for the taking.” Big hands laughed and leaned down, much too close to my face, “You want. ’ Instead of driving on as she had intended Prue booked into the pub for a couple of nights and in that time looked the little town over. Queens Bend, as its name implies, is situated on a wide sweeping bend of the river – perhaps one of the most beautiful spots in the whole hundreds of kilometres of the river. The population of the town itself is less than a thousand people, but beyond the town were the vineyard blocks, a couple of wineries, and a bit farther out cereal growing and some mixed. "Are you seducing me?" Yes." Are you going to fuck me? Is this the way you seduce your bimbos?" You're so mean," Laura complained, embracing her, pushing their now-naked breasts together."I'm getting all wet for you. Nobody gets me as wet as you do, Laura."Laura pulled her down on the bed. She kissed her again, loving her heatedly. Her first. She could see Karen felt the same."I want to sixty-nine with you," Karen whispered. "But I also want to look in your eyes when you come." Me too, into.