Once there it's Paradise, but getting there is a royal pain in the ass, or in my case in the chest.When you're dead, there is no more pain, and that's...a good thing. The flip side is there isn't much in the way of physical sensation of the pleasurable kind either. What you have is your mind, your thoughts, your emotions. Those go on in full cinematic glory, no escaping. In a sense it's even worse than being alive because the living have their body to counterbalance their emotional side, provide. No ID, no entry," said the agent."But I can prove I'm an American!" he exclaimed. "I have a picture of Ronald Reagan tattooed on one side of my butt and George Bush on the other." This I gotta see," replied the agent. With that, the guy dropped his pants and showed the agent his behind."By golly, you're right!" exclaimed the agent. "Have a safe trip back to Chicago."Thanks!" he said. "But how did you know I was from Chicago?"The agent replied, "I recognized Obama in the middle."This question. She leaned forward and chose potato skins which she dipped in salsa, in the act of leaning she knew her dress would hang in such a way that her company would see the bra underneath. "I assume that was intentional, quite flirty and definitely cheeky, I approve" He smiled. Has hand drifted to his phone and touched the screen. She yelped as there was a sudden shock in her pussy as the egg and tail vibrated against and within her. She looked at him as he queried her with his eyes. "How?" she. A few minutes later, Mr. Sanchez returned with her receipt and account number. “Senorita Spencer, this account will be transferred to your new account at First Star Bank in Cauthen, Virginia by the end of this afternoon.”Linda thanked him and bade him a good-bye.After a tasty and filling lunch Linda walked back to Franklin Bank and looked for Mr. Gomez. He spotted her and smiled, nodded his head to his office and raised a finger, indicating ‘just a moment’ to her.Linda walked into Gomez’ office.