Reading it provided me a guilty bit of schadenfreude. Despite my current woes of ghosts, insomnia, and filthy air, there was really nothing I could im...gine worse than drowning, suffocating in a pool of shit. That being how one leaves the Earth. What a horrific fate.Perhaps a “ghost of shit,” a violent, vengeful janitor’s ghost sucked them in. What a bilious, malicious spirit that must be...Then another story popped up. An anonymous news article from tomorrow, written in the future tense, saying. .very hot! So thanks for introducing me to the wonderful world of piss drinking.....it really turns me on. I have to say that I really did enjoy it....can't wait for more!” 18 May 2008 01:52 Casey “...message #2...it feels weird to be doing this without you here. I guess I'm talking to myself lol! “I also had a place for us to go today just in case you had time for me to suck your cock again. My friend Stephanie was going out so I told her I might end up at her place. She has a nice place on. They had been friends for a very long time, and he had never known her to be the emotional sort. Much like him, she was a stoic who did well to hide any feelings she had. He listened to her breathe for a second, noticing that each breath was short and shallow, but very quiet. As if she didn't want him to notice. She looked out of the corners of her eyes at him, the fire of her soul burning into his body.Normally, the only interaction he had with Sheila was on the internet. They had been friends. " No!" Janice cried. "I liked most of the crew of that ship. Why is it always the good ships that get beat up?" Because the ships with good commanders are also going to be the ones that fight bravely," Bethany's voice rang out. My sister concubine and I turned to find Bethany walking out of the corridor leading to the lift in the pod. "And while we always want to believe that someone fighting bravely will never lose, the truth is that we are going to see friends die in this fight." It's still.