"I shrugged, "Dad talked more sense to me than mom did." I punched his arm, "I still think it's your funeral, bucko." Grinning at him.He laughed, "Tha...ks, kid. Or not so much a kid, anymore." He grinned back. "Oh, I was supposed to give this to you." He handed me a gym bag. "Dad said I was to give you one of the *small* bottles of champagne for helping out in the serving line. I snagged a magnum for you, instead." He was really grinning, now."Thanks, Danny." Sometimes my brother could be all. I have grown up and I like to play along and have fun with the mortals. We are in the love business it’s our family business. Sometimes she interferes with my fun so I have to invite her to play. We are gods but bored gods and eternity is a long time so we like to play with mortals it’s our diversion to pass the time. Cupid thought, trying to somehow think of a way to explain his thoughts to his mother. ‘Venus, I have been watching these mortals and wanted to help things along it is just too. She smiled at me again and I smiled back. ‘Ditto’ I said thoughtfully, looking into her dark eyes. ‘Why don’t you take the girls with you on a boat trip John? That could be fun!’. My mother said happily and with a rather enthusiastic tone in her voice. My mother was probably eager for the house to be empty and quiet so that she and my father could enjoy a good morning fuck without thinking about holding back and getting worried that someone might hear them. I didn’t think that was such a bad. To Susan's eyes almost everyone in the audience was grotesque, with the exception of those younger women who were there for much the same reason as she was. How was it possible for so much of God's creation to be so unhealthy, unwholesome and seemingly in-bred? In fact, if evidence was ever needed that God, if He existed, was either far from omnipotent or just playing a cruel and elaborate joke, then this could be confirmed by a scan of the corpulent, sallow-skinned, aging or misshapen men and.