Maybe You exist for Beth, but You sure as hell don't exist for me. I gave You this opportunity to speak to me and You turned me down. I'll remain open... of course. You can reach me tomorrow or next year. But I can't help but wonder why You didn't make Your move tonight. Beth, you saw that God passed up this opportunity. Maybe You need to reconsider YOUR beliefs. What do you think?" "That's not the way it works," she said. "God doesn't show up on demand." "Sweetheart, that wasn't a demand, it was. As we got closer, I could see that the dark coloration was from the heavy covering of trees on what appeared to be a small mountain range.As we got closer, it almost looked like a giant had dropped a rock into the choppy water of a pond, and everything froze instantly when the rock was half immersed in the water, sending out ripples across the surface of the pond. It was both stunningly beautiful and eerie at the same time. For much of the second half of the trip, we paralleled the Missouri. She kept it there allowing him to observe everything. The skin seemed to appear lighter, growing rounder in circumference as it traced downwards. He could clearly view the whole sections of skin traveling down the back of her thigh. His eyes observed a darkened circle birthmark just above the pink seam of panties that adhered to the starting ball of her right butt cheek. They intimately traveled across the back of her bottom rear and then curled upwards, inwardly around the crook of the thigh. Eat brown bag after the clients are gone. Then go to Bread & Circus. Thank God Judy has her Japanese anime club after school--she can walk home and stay by herself for an hour, that's OK. The kid is obsessed, but I guess it keeps her out of trouble, and maybe she'll learn Japanese and become an ambassador or something.And then I got that letter from Mat today and he asks me, "Can you write while fucking?" Well, hell, the man is out of his mind. Father O'Brien told me a parishioner had asked him.