“Sweet. I’ll have to stop by and take a look at it.”“Let me know when you’re coming and I’ll give you the grand tour,” Betsy said.“I�...ll do that.”Sanders went over to the ice chest and pulled out a cold beer. He opened it and took a long draw from the can, while watching Betsy.He said, “You sure seem a lot calmer, now.”.“Yeah. It’s a long story.”“That’s cool. You can tell me about it, sometime.”“So, you’re working for the state?” Betsy asked.“They’ve got me analyzing commercial fishing data,”. As she did, she looked up at me and asked, “Who was that man who spoke to you before?”“What man?” I thought that she was talking about a dream.“You know ... The one that said, ‘You won’t be here long.’”Oh my goodness.How did she hear the voice of death? No one ever heard the death voice but me. Something here was not like my other lives. Abby and I really did have some eternal reason to be hooking up.“I think it was someone in the hall talking to a couple going out,” I said, giving myself an. I've alwaysbeen popular and had a lot of friends and girlfriends growing up. I wasalways voted homecoming and prom king and I was the captain of my highschool's basketball team. In college I was one of the frat guys anddated cheerleaders and dance team chicks.Now at first my parents took care of the baby, Emily, and everythingwent on the same until they decided it was time to teach me someresponsibility. They forced me to get a job at one of my dad'scompanies. I played along, but I spent. "I really need your cock in me."The girl's words sent a thrill through Jack all the way to his cock, which quickly began to grow hard. He could still vividly remember fucking this girl only a little more than an hour before, it would be even better to do it again here in his own home. This time Jack could take his time, enjoy himself, and fuck the girl right."If you want my cock get down on your hands and knees on the floor. I want to fuck you doggy style," Jack told the girl."Whatever you.