In Hell, it’s hard to breathe, as if a shroud is wrapped around your body so tightly your chest can’t expand. In Hell, everything is difficult. Si...ply getting out of bed or choosing clothes is a Herculean task.In Hell, food has no taste, appetite is suppressed by pain.In Hell, there are ghosts everywhere; Addison sitting at the kitchen island counter chatting away, Addison laughing, Addison at my side watching TV and eating ice cream out of the tub, Addison cuddling in bed, Addison loving me. At breakfast this morning she had only eaten a single slice of toast and black coffee.Her daughter Julie, my youngest niece, had stowed away 3 large pancakes with scads of thick syrup and several pats of butter. She didn't seem in the least interested in restricting her food intake despite being a full size larger than her mother Nora. In all honesty, her heart-shaped ass and full breasts were deliciously healthy and not in need of reduction."Uncle Harry, I don't like to get sand in my pussy.. True to his father’s word, JP Morgan was a risk taker but also a savvy business man. I watched my wealth more than triple in value; and although I was not from old money I gained a certain amount of social acceptance from the New York elite. At parties I was introduced to many of the most eligible bachelors of the day. One of the most fascinating men that I met wasn’t eligible at all. J.D. Rockefeller was the hard driving owner of Standard Oil of Ohio, which at the time was one of the largest. I screamed, even though it meant that fire tried to race down my throat. I couldn't see, couldn't breathe. I was dying, burning up, being crushed. This was worse than the pain before, worse than the breaking grinding bones or the rape. Why, why had I agreed to this? My body was gone, lost somewhere. I was going to die and I had so wanted to find out what the demon Zai had meant by his last statement.Experience a life like you've never known ... what had that meant? What kind of life? A life.