“Um, hello,” I said.“Oh, hello,” the girl said, turning around and smiling at me. “My goodness, you’ve certainly grown.”“Grown? Do I k...ow you?”“You don’t recognise me?” She asked. “Well, I suppose I do look a lot different to when you last saw me.”“I’ve never seen you before in my life. Or afterlife.”“I died about 6 years ago. You were really very sad. You cried for hours in your bedroom.”“…Gran?” She nodded.My grandmother Mary had indeed died 6 years ago, and I’d been heartbroken.“But…how?” I. I tagged Coach Frederickson early in the mornings for a run. We focused on painting the backgrounds and larger expanses of less detailed work while we still had scaffolding. It came down Monday.In order to switch to the scissor-lifts, we all had to be certified. That was a four-hour training course and test. We met for the course on Wednesday morning and were done by one o’clock. I was thankful that everyone was willing to take a class-cut. Bree took the course, too, even though she wasn’t. I found myself masturbating a lot thinking about you. It has been every night and sometimes at work.”We walked over to the bed and we embraced each other and started kissing.“Your lips are soft, and I can kiss you all night. Let me suck your tongue. What do you want me to do to you?”“First I want to be completely naked so I can feel your body. You can wrap your lips around my hard nipples and suck on them. Once you do that, I want to feel your tongue slowly going over my pussy lips and then you. Once Bambi got off of me, I saw it was Charlene. "Bravo. That was the best show on that stage yet. I may have you two repeat it for our customers. What do you think Bambi? Is that slut as good as advertised?" "She's has the best tongue I have ever had. She will make a great lesbian whore. If she were available I'd buy her." "You would have to get in line to buy her. Come on, Amber. Goodnight, Bambi." We went home and went to bed. I was exhausted. Master.