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 Title : Good Girls Go To Heaven

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   Synopsis : A guy wakes up in heaven and finds out nothing is forbidden.

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activity among persons under 16 in real life.

   These are just words, people, just words.  If you have a problem with
words see a competent shrink or an English teacher.  This story contains
potentially confusing and/or offensive religious imagery and themes from my
cultish protestant upbringing.  Don't read it if you don't like little girl
stuff.  I don't know any Latin; I just made that shit up.  I know this
story is excruciatingly long, but I appear to have no control over what I
write.  If you actually read this story to the end and/or semi-understand
it, e-mail me and I will congratulate and attempt to console you.



   --==+==-

   I awoke, poof, just like that.  No fuzzy feeling, no eyes glued shut...
I was just suddenly awake.  I looked around.  For some reason I was unable
to move my arms or legs.

   "Good," said a voice.  "You've arrived."

   I focused my attention on the figure directly in front of me.  A...  a
creature stood there.  My mind stretched, yawned, and finally woke up too.
What is that thing again?  I asked it.  It gave me the same answer.  A
creature.

   It had a long but attractive face and was clean-shaven.  It's features
looked male but peculiarly asexual.  Most amazing, in the air over it's
head floated a golden circle of light, maybe slightly smaller in diameter
than it's head.  Weirdly, it just floated there.  I was puzzled and
intrigued.

   The man, if it was a man, was dressed in a long shockingly white robe.
Not a bathrobe...  something that looked like it was straight out of the
bible, the bible or maybe the Vatican.  He had a small black tie around his
neck.  He was holding something that looked like an iPad but a bit more
elegant; it had gold trim around it.

   "How..." I said, but what came out wasn't English.  Wha...?  I thought.
It wasn't English, but I understood it.  "What is that?" I said, and tried
to point but my hand was still tied.  I nodded at the floating circle.

   "What is what?" It said.  I'll say "he" from now on, so it's less
confusing.  His eyes opened wider in question.

   "That thing above your head..." I said.

   He laughed slightly.  "Oh that," he said.  "That's my halo.  You know...
halo."

   No, I didn't know.  Halo?  What the fuck?  I thought.  What is this shit
anyway?  Where am I?

   The speech thing was bugging me.  "What are we speaking?  I know it's
not English..."

   He nodded.  "You now converse in the Enochian tongue.  Unless, of
course, you wish to speak any other language," he said.  That didn't clear
anything up for me.  How the hell did I know what he said?  And how did I
know what to say back?

   I looked around.  The room was fairly sterile...  just my bed and two
elegant chairs.  There was no obvious restroom like what most hospital
rooms contained.  Nothing on the walls, no mirrors, no pictures.  A frame
at the door held what looked like a clipboard.  The door was open and I saw
two figures walk by that could have been identical twins to the guy in
front of me.

   I pulled on my arms again.  They seemed to be locked to the bed-frame
over my head.

   "Why am I tied?" I asked.

   "Oh, we do that for your safety...  some souls don't wake up as calmly
as you did.  Souls who were fighting or running or maybe being burned in
fires.  Considering your circumstance, I'm actually surprised you were so
calm."

   Fighting?  Burning?  Fires?  That didn't answer any questions either.

   "Joshua..." the man said.  "Release him, please."

   Another figure...  man, whatever...  another similar being that had been
behind my range of vision stepped forward and approached.  I felt him
loosening whatever straps had held my hands.  He moved to my feet and did
the same.  When he got done he pushed a large cart of medical-looking
machinery out of the room and left.

   The first man that had spoken went to the door and retrieved the
clipboard.  He returned as I sat up on the side of the bed and he thumbed
through the papers on the board.

   "Anyway," he finally said as I pulled myself up.  "I am Zaphaniah, and
I'll be your...  the word I like to use is mentor...  until you get your
feet on the ground.  You are a special case, because of, uhm, unusual
circumstances that got you here.  What do you remember, before you woke
up?"

   I sat, and thought back.  In spite of a few million questions I had I
tried to do what he said and just thought back.  And disturbingly, the
memories were fresh, just like they'd happened moments ago.  I flinched,
literally, as I remembered Elvis Penrod's angry gaze, his mouth silently
saying something that I now recognized as "you dead, motherfucker!" He was
holding a pistol pointed at my face...  and that was all I remembered. 
Penny cowered in the background, holding her clothes against her body, her
face pleading and tears streaming down her cheeks.  I didn't remember
anything else.  Why?  I wondered.  Had I been shot?  Was I in the hospital?
I felt no pain, though...

   "Uh..." I said.

   "You can tell me," Zaphaniah said.  "We know anyway, we did a scan
during the extraction but it might help settle your mind to talk about it.
What do you remember exactly?"

   "It was...  uhm...  it was my girlfriend's father.  He'd come to my
house and found her there.  He wasn't pleased."

   He consulted the clipboard.  "Yes, Miss Penny Rebecca Pendrod, thirteen
years old, barely two years out of innocence.  My, she didn't waste any
time, did she?"

   I cringed.  Goddam, they knew everything.  What the fuck was an
extraction scan?  Had they hypnotized me?

   "What..." I said.  "What happened to her?"

   He laughed slightly.  "She got her butt busted good.  Her dad says she's
grounded until she's eighteen, and she has to carry a cell phone with the
GPS turned on at all times.  And, oh yes, they also took that laptop you
gave her and pounded a railroad spike through it."

   Shit.  My poor baby.  My heart melted for her, she didn't deserve any of
this...  the whole thing was my fault, my idea.  She'd almost resisted me
at first, for a day or two...  I felt tears in my eyes, as I thought again
of that last memory and the fear on her face.  It was all my fault.

   "Am I in...  am I in trouble with the law?" I asked, feeling like a
heel. I didn't want to be, but I should be, considering what I'd done with
her.  Well, what I'd done too her.

   He laughed again.  "Of course not," he said.  "Consider where you are.
There are no legal problems of that nature here.  There was a problem and
it got you in but now it's over.  The die is cast.  You are here, for
eternity."

   I looked around again.  There was a window but it was too opaque to see
out of.  Absolutely nothing seemed familiar.  Even the dimensions of the
room seemed peculiar...  like something naggingly familiar, but turned a
few degrees off normal.

   "Where am I?" I asked.

   He laughed.  I was getting tired of that laugh.  "You haven't figured it
out yet?" he said.  "You died.  You're in heaven."



   --==+==-

   We walked through a beautiful park.  It was spring.  Apparently it's
always spring in heaven.  Giant birds strutted about the foliage and I
swear I even saw a tiny dinosaur.  People walked about wearing everything
from robes to normal street clothes, holding hands, talking...  there was
even a picnic in a clearing.  He'd told me I no longer had to eat in
heaven...  but these people appeared to be eating.  My list of questions
grew and grew.

   "So I got shot?" I asked again.  Weird...  I didn't even remember the
muzzle flash.

   "In the face, no less," Zaphaniah said.  "Your physical self was pretty
ugly when we started the extraction, but we're used to that stuff in
recovery."

   "So...  what happened to him?  To Elvis?" I was curious.

   "Nothing yet.  Remember that was only about three AM, local time.  They
are still putting the story together.  In fact, Penny is being interviewed,
as we speak.  My guess is they'll go easy on him, considering what you did
to her.  After all, she was his daughter."

   "Well shit!" I said, then looked at him a little aghast, but he didn't
bat an eye at my language.  "Can I...  is there any way I can talk to her?"

   Yet again, he laughed.  "What do you think?" he said.  "You should know
that answer, you were brought up right, though it didn't stick very good.
Of course not, we can't communicate with the other side except under
special circumstances.  What do you want to do, tell her to keep her mouth
shut?"

   "No!" That was unnecessary and hurt my feelings.  "I just want...  I
want to tell her I'm sorry."

   "Well," he said.  "I shouldn't tell you this, but someday you'll be able
to do just that.  She's due in recovery the night of July 26th, 2084, Earth
date.  I peeked at her chart, because I knew you'd ask."

   That was little relief.  I just wanted to hold her and tell her
everything would be okay.  But hell, that's what I'd been doing when I got
shot in the face.

   We stopped at a stream.  Children splashed in the water, bare-ass naked.
I was surprised.  Nudity?  in heaven?

   "Can they do that?" I asked.

   "Do what?" he said.  He was playing with his tablet again.  Words and
pictures floated in the air above it.

   "Can they be naked?" I said.

   He laughed again.  I wanted to choke him by now.  "Of course..." he
said. "This is heaven.  You can do anything you want in heaven.  You know
that...  you learned about heaven when you were a kid."

   "No, I didn't," I said.  "Not about stuff like that.  I thought heaven
was a place where you could do no wrong.  I thought you didn't want to do
wrong, in heaven."

   "It is.  You don't, and you won't.  But you can do anything you want if
nothing is wrong." he said patiently.  We'd actually been through this once
already, back in the hospital room.  It seems I'd had it wrong my whole
life.  I thought being in heaven meant you could do no wrong because you
didn't want to do wrong.  Apparently it meant you could do no wrong because
nothing was wrong any more.  A slight technicality that made my future up
here look rosy indeed.

   "You mean..." I said, "you mean if I see a pretty girl and walk up to
her and kiss her she won't get mad?"

   "No," he said, "she won't get mad because that's what she would want,
too.  It all works out.  You'll see, just be patient.  Get a room, get
established, and talk to your neighbors.  Learn the ropes.  And you can
call me anytime...  just push that little halo icon on your phone."

   I pulled the phone he'd given me out of my pocket again.  I was still a
little unsure what it was for because apparently anybody I wanted to talk
to would want to talk to me also and we'd somehow meet.  Most of the stuff
he'd told me this morning just confused me instead of clearing things up.

   I sighed.  We walked along the shore of the river.  A man and woman,
both shockingly naked, pushed into the bushes and I saw the bushes begin to
shake rhythmically.  It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out what
they were doing.

   "You mean..." I wasn't sure how to ask politely.  "You mean...  men and
women...  can still have, uhm...  relations?  In heaven?"

   Gaaah, that laugh.  "Of course!" he said.  "This is heaven!  If that's
what you want, you can do it!"



   --==+==-

   I got a room easily, just by picking out a high-rise and asking.  It was
basically a big living room since that's all I needed.  No use for
bedrooms, bathrooms or kitchens in heaven...  unless, of course, as
Zaphaniah endlessly reminded me, unless that's what I wanted.

   I looked out the glass wall of my living room from a few hundred stories
up.  Heaven stretched beneath me, endless and infinite, a vast teropolis, a
city with no end.  There was no horizon, we were on a flat plane...  not
simply flat, but somehow bowl-shaped slightly...  I could see the city tens
of thousands of miles away, so far it was just a blur.  It seemed there was
no end to it.  A dragon wheeled in the sky at the limits of my vision. 
More magic...  this placed was full of magic, almost sickeningly full.  I
shook my head.  And I thought...  I thought this was just a fairy tale.  I
thought my parents were nuts, believing this shit.  I had to laugh at that
one.  The fact that I'd even beaten them here amused me.  I thought again
about it.  Things would be interesting when they arrived.  They'd be
surprised as hell.  But nobody was more surprised than me that I'd made it.
I thought the rules were way too tight for people like me.  But what the
hell.  I was still confused, but now I was pleased.  I felt like I could
work with this place.  I didn't know how I'd made it, but I was glad I did.

   I turned.  The eating or drinking only for pleasure I could stand... 
but a cold beer would be nice, right about now.  I didn't see it at first,
but when I walked behind the couch I noticed it on the end table.  A
fucking beer.  My brand, even.  How the fuck do they do that?  I wondered.
I popped it, and took a long drink.  And damn, it was a hundred times
better than the one I'd had just yesterday back on planet Earth.  How the
fuck do they do that?

   I sat on the couch, and stretched out.  Let's do a little test, I
thought.  I remembered that girl I'd seen at the park, going into the
bushes.  She'd looked barely eighteen, if that.  She was fine, high firm
breasts, fat pink nipples...  and an ass to die for.  I'd love some of that
shit, I thought.  Is this really heaven?  Prove it, I thought.

   The knock, maybe a minute later, was slight and hesitant.  I didn't dare
hope.  And Zaphaniah had said he'd visit me when I got settled in.  But...
I would have expected a heavier knock from him.  I cautiously opened the
door.

   She looked different, dressed.  She was wearing a supernaturally white
shirt and maybe four inches of blue skirt, barely decent, and sexier than
fuck.  Her hair had a pink ribbon in it, and her full almost bullet-shaped
breasts stretched the thin cloth of her shirt almost to the breaking point.
And those giant fucking nipples...  every detail was visible through the
tortured cloth.  I finally forced myself to meet her eyes.

   She acted shy, which amused me and turned me on.  I was painfully hard
within five seconds, after seeing the imprint of those nipples in her
shirt. She opened her mouth and licked the corner of it.  Her tongue drove
my cock to 130 percent.  It was crazy how bad I wanted her.  This was a
test?  I asked myself.  Heaven had definitely passed.

   "I saw you at the park..." she said.  Her voice was soft, low and smooth
as silk.  "I just wondered...  I mean, I know you're new here...  I just
wondered if you needed some company..."

   Strangely confident, I reached out and took her upper arm.  Yes, she was
real, she had substance.  I gently guided her into the room and to the
couch.  She sat primly, her legs together.  Goddam, a thought flashed
through my head...  damn, I really wanna see that little beaver.  Maybe
I'll get a chance before the evening is over.

   But almost immediately she sat forward, spreading her legs.  At last I
knew for real I was in heaven.  No panties, and the prettiest little
baby-butt smooth cunt I'd ever seen, living or dead.  Fat pink suckable
lips, and a clit as big around and half as long as my index finger.  I
looked at her face.  No shame...  but now the sexy shyness, the hesitancy
was gone.  She sat forward, and I took her in my arms.

   "What's your name, sweetheart?" I had time to ask, before her mouth
smashed against mine.  To hold a kiss without breathing feels really weird.
At last she pulled back, her saliva drying on my lips.

   "Today I'm...  I think I'm Celeste today," she said softly.  I smiled.

   "Celeste.  Pleased to meet you!" We kissed again, for longer.  Her
tongue was a wild thing, inside my mouth.  My hands were on her back,
hugging her to my body.  She felt hot in my arms.

   She climbed on top of me and pressed me down into the cushions.  Her
tank top came off in a smooth easy motion that almost looked practiced.  It
probably was...  this girl obviously was not a stranger to the ways of
love. Her skirt was up to her waist by now, where her belly button would
have been, if she had one.  If I'd thought to want her to have one.

   Our mouths met again, as she fumbled with my zipper.  She unsnapped my
pants, and I sat forward as she pulled them down.  Something felt...  weird
down there, though.  I looked down.

   Yeah, I thought.  Fuck it...  we're in heaven.  My cock was twelve
inches long, if not more...  and the sensations it gave me just from it
brushing against things as she finished pulling my pants off... 
incredible. This will be interesting, I told myself.

   She was on top of me.  I guided my cock into the shelter of her pussy
lips.  She grinned wickedly, in spite of it being heaven.

   "Baby..." she whispered, and I felt her hot breath on my face.  "Fuck
me, baby...  fuck me with your cock.  Fuck my cunt!"

   She sat back and slid me into her tight wetness.  I almost passed out
with pleasure...  that first plunge always feels great, but I never
remembered it feeling that good before.  My knees turned to water and I
felt a weird battle as I tried to hold my breath without breathing in the
first place.  I felt things inside her body, deep inside her, sliding and
pressing against my cock.  Fuck, it was like she had a dozen tongues inside
her cunt.  And the suction was unreal.  I almost didn't want to pull out of
her, but I did, almost to the end, and then pressed into her again. 
Fuck... it was insane.  How long can I stand this?  I thought.  I always
cum to quickly.  How can I hold out against this?

   But again...  this was heaven.  I have no idea how long we fucked.  I
didn't cum, but every now and then I had the most incredible feeling,
like...  what I imagine an orgasm feels like for a woman.  And it just went
on and on and on.  If I was back on good old planet Earth, I told myself,
this would have stopped being fun long ago.  Now though...  at one point
during that endless afternoon I remember wondering if this was going to be
my heaven, for eternity...  just one endless incredible fuck, a fuck
without an end.  Why would we stop, even?  Why not just keep going?

   When I crawled down her body and smashed my face into her cunt...  it
was heavenly, as corny as that sounds.  Her clit was unreal...  huge and
fat and as hard as the head of my cock.  I sucked it into my mouth, tasting
her fabulous sweaty taste...  there was nothing bad about the girl.  Pussy
is wonderful, but in heaven it's off the scale.  I finally rolled her and
spread her ass cheeks apart...  and that asshole.  I know it's weird,
because you don't poop in heaven...  but her sweet asshole had that magical
half-percent poopy taste that drove me nuts.  I buried my tongue in her
body, feeling like Gene Simmons, and just ate her ass alive.  Her butt
cheeks felt like two big hard muscular breasts in my hand...  it was beyond
incredible.  And it's going to feel this good forever?  I wondered.  I
hoped to fuck it would.

   I came, at last, as I fucked her again...  at last it just seemed like
the time.  Something blasted through the lower part of my body like a
lightening bolt, and I came so hard my asshole hurt from puckering.  My
prostate squeezed what felt like a gallon of cum into her sweet cunt as I
sucked un-needed breath after breath into my lungs.  It felt so good I had
nothing to judge it by, it was just stupendous, and it seemed to go on
forever.  After what felt like five minutes, I came down from it, trembling
and shaking.  My body felt wrung out...  you don't feel tired in heaven,
but I felt like I'd run a marathon or two.  It was a marathon fuck, for
sure.  And my dick, sure enough, stayed hard and just kept on pumping.

   Another hour went by, or maybe a day.  Who the fuck knows, maybe a
fucking week.  At last she had a giant orgasm like mine that was so strong
that she peed a little, although I never figured out where that came from.
Finally I could feel her slowing.

   "You had enough, baby?" I whispered.  I was on top now, my finally
softening cock deep in her body, and our mouths had been glued together the
last few minutes...  or hours, whatever.

   "No..." she whispered.  "I'll never have enough.  Dutch...  give me a
few hours to do some stuff at home, and then...  then think of me again."

   I laughed.  "How'd you know my name?" I asked.

   "This is heaven," she replied.  "Why ask why?"



   --==+==-

   After I walked her to the door and let her out I lay on the couch for a
while and recovered.  There was nothing physical to recover from, of
course. Maybe it was mental.  I didn't sleep, you don't sleep in heaven
unless you want to, but I did lay there a few hours, comfortably numb, and
thought about nothing except the fuck I'd just had.  The girl was
incredible.  And there's how many girls here?  I thought.  A few hundred
billion?  I hadn't seen an ugly one yet.  More of that magic shit.  I
suppose only people with beautiful souls made it to heaven.  I lay there,
musing, relaxing, and felt like a million bucks when I finally got up.



   --==+==-

   "Zaph?"

   "Yes?"

   "What did you mean the other day when you said there was some problem
getting me in?"

   Thank goodness there was no laughter.

   "Well, getting you in wasn't the problem," he said, playing with his
tablet.  "Keeping you out was the problem.  Truth be known, Dutch...  you
weren't supposed to go to Heaven.  The way you lived...  and the way you
died especially...  you should have gone to...  to that other place." He
shuddered, the only time I ever saw him be other than emotionless.  Except
for the laugh, of course.

   "How'd it happen then?  And why am I still here?"

   He did laugh then.  "You're still here because heaven doesn't make
mistakes.  Anyway, accounting blamed it on data processing and data
processing blamed it on accounting, the usual runaround.  Apparently there
was some kind of data entry error...  although, like I said, heaven doesn't
make mistakes.  Actually, I think a ground agent in Arkadelphia ended up
taking the heat for it.  I hear he's in Oymyakon Siberia now, poor bast...
poor fellow."

   "So I don't have to be afraid of...  of having to go...  down there?"

   "No, not at all.  Like I told you, heaven doesn't make mistakes.  Once
you're here your here for the duration.  For eternity.  You don't mind do
you?"

   "Oh, hell...  heck no.  No, thank you."

   "I hear your wrong turn broke some hearts down there.  A special team
had been prepared for your arrival...  with some positively medieval
torture devices."

   I shivered.  Damn, I must be the luckiest guy in the universe.  Shit
fire damn.  But enough of the Hell shit for now.

   "Zaph," I said.  "I know it, of course...  but tell me again I can't get
a chick pregnant here."

   He smiled and said, "Only if that's what you want."



   --==+==-

   A week went by.  Celeste visited me three more times under the names
Tammy, Virginia and Dawnice.  It was unreal how much she still turned me
on. I don't think I'll ever get tired of her.  I walked the city, miles of
it, in the endless afternoon.  Beautiful buildings...  the mix of styles
was incredible.  Statues everywhere, art from the sublime to the
ridiculous...  but everything seemed to fit.  It was beyond words.

   The aliens freaked me out a little, but I got used to them.  Apparently
there is only one heaven and the good souls of all races end up here.  I
didn't see a lot of them because different races tend to stick together,
even in heaven...  but it was shocking to see them walking the street and
conversing with humans.  Everything you can imagine, from twelve foot tall
hairy giants to what appeared to be a race of talking armadillos...  Heaven
was the universal melting pot.  Once I even saw a little green man with
antennas on his head.

   The angels fascinated me.  They were everywhere, ubiquitous but never
underfoot.  Always helpful, always anxious to please...  and the girl
angels were beautiful beyond description.  I only saw girl angels...  I
never saw old lady angels.  For the men I never saw an old man angel
either. There were mature angels...  Zaphaniah, for example...  but most
angels looked young.  Young, and beautiful.  That's not even really the
word for it...  their beauty was unearthly, otherworldly.  Frightening,
almost.  The thought of sex with an angel had occurred to me, rather
quickly...  but it took weeks to get my nerve up.  One day I lay on my
couch, resting from a long afternoon with Celeste, or whatever her name had
been that time.  I thought to myself...  you know, I wish an angel would
knock on my door.  A beautiful horny angel...  a few minutes went by this
time, but it happened.  The knock this time was sharp and confident.

   I ushered her in.  Just opening the door had got to me...  she took my
breath away, the breath I no longer had.  My heart, or whatever that organ
was now inside me that made heart noises and feelings...  my heart was
pounding.  I wondered again...  of all the infinite things I could do in
heaven, was this the thing that might get me in trouble?  Surely though...
surely she'd tell me, if it was...

   "What is your name, darling?" I asked.  Her heard turned.  Her actions
were quick and sharp, like a bird's.  Her halo hung in air above her
head... it was slimmer in diameter than Zaphaniah's, and didn't shine quite
as brightly...  but it was beautiful and accented her perfectly.

   "I am called Conquisita," she said.  "The Chosen." Her huge eyes stared
into mine.  Her eyes were shockingly purple, a deep violet.  She never
blinked.  Her eyelashes were perfect, not a one out of place.  I noticed
she didn't have hairs in her nostrils, and tried to remember to check
myself and see if I did.  Her hair was fantastic, thick but delicate, like
a baby's.  It was long, down past her butt.  Golden brown, it reminded me
of autumn, something I hadn't yet thought of up here.

   I am still not sure, after all these aeons, if angels are alive or are
some kind of organic construct.  Well, they are constructs, like we all are
constructs, I know that.  But are they some kind of robot?  Supposedly they
lack free will, although...  in my time here I've seen some pretty willful
angels.  They give the appearance of life wonderfully, if they are actually
machines.

   And I remembered thinking once that Zaphaniah was asexual...  this one
wasn't, in any way shape or form.  She was pure female, from the ground up.
The classical beauty of her face, her slim form underneath her white
robe... the beautiful perfect protrusions of her breasts...  she was
perfect, heavenly perfect.

   "Why..." I said at last, "why are you named The Chosen?  What were you
chosen for?"

   "Because you chose me," she said, seeming to be puzzled.  I shook my
head.  She was named "The Chosen" for all of eternity just for this moment?
Just because of me?  Sometimes this shit just didn't make sense.

   "I didn't choose you, my dear..." I said.  "You just showed up..."

   "You chose me," she replied.  "You might not know it, but you chose me.
In your heart you chose me."

   Who am I to argue?  Especially with an angel.  I decided to worry about
it later.  I licked my lips and moved a little closer to her.  I didn't
really know where to start with her.

   "Darling..." I gulped.  And how do you sweet talk an angel?  "Darling,
you are...  beautiful beyond words...  I love you, I really love you..."

   "If you wish." she said.  She was almost too willing, too pliant.  I
like a little resistance...  I felt like that although she was here for me,
she didn't know how to play the game.

   "Yeah, I wish..." I said.  "May I kiss you?"

   "If you wish." she said again.  I leaned forward, and our lips met.  It
was the most beautiful, most technically perfect kiss I'd ever had, and
have had since...  but it was strangely unsatisfying.  Not like kissing
your sister or kissing your hand unsatisfying...  I was turned on, my
erection proved that to me...  but I'd felt way more fire with Celeste.  I
wondered if it just didn't matter to her.

   "Sweetheart..." I said, "do you want to be here?  Or are you just here
because I wanted an angel?"

   She was silent for a moment, uncharacteristic of an angel.  Usually they
seem to know what they're going to say to you before you've finished asking
the question.

   "I..." she hesitated then, to my surprise.  "I think I am.  I wanted to
come here, that's why I'm here...  but I also knew...  I knew you needed
someone."

   "Thank you, baby," I said.  I leaned into her, and took her in my arms.
"Thank you for coming."



   --==+==-

   I am pleased to report that not only can angels have sex, but they fuck
like the devil.  We started out slowly, as I gently undressed her,
constantly stunned by her beauty.  Her limbs were alabaster, perfectly
formed...  I realized later that nowhere on her body could I even see a
blood vein beneath the skin.  Her body fat percentage was in the low single
digits, and her perfect musculature showed everywhere on her body.  I
wondered if I had liked fat chicks, would I have been sent a fat angel? 
This place could drive you nuts if you let it.  When she dropped her small
undergarment, I almost lost it, a first for my time in heaven.  Her mons
was, I'm running out of words here...  her mons was breathtaking.  A small
vertical slit ran up it, and I could see yet another fat clit peeking out.
Angels have clits!  I told myself, feeling like a kid at a candy store. 
Her pussy was totally devoid of pubic hair...  but hell, that's the way I
like my girls.

   The thing that puzzles me still is why angels even have genitalia.  Is
it just because that's what I wanted?  When it was over I did ask her that
very question, and she was puzzled.  But I've always had a vagina, she'd
said, seeming to be surprised that I'd ask her.  Another mystery.

   Anyway, I laid her down, and she went.  Her face still had a slightly
puzzled look on it.

   "Darling..." I said.  "Have you ever made love before?"

   She shook her head slowly.

   "No." she said.  "I am intact.  I have waited for you."

   "You're...  intact?  You mean you're a virgin?"

   She nodded seriously.  This made less and less sense to me.  She'd
waited?  Her whole life...  that would be eternity, she was an angel, she'd
always existed...  but she'd waited for me?  For this moment?  I almost
told her to leave, I almost couldn't stand it at that point.  But...  my
erection was painful and constant.  I realized that yes...  free will or
not, I wanted her.  I wanted her bad.

   She smiled when she first saw my cock...  a secret, shy smile...  I
wondered what she thought and started to ask her, but I'd had enough
revelations for the day.  Today my cock seemed to be back to its normal
size, about half what it was with Celeste...  that was better, considering
this girl was still a virgin.

   She lay on my couch, her feet on the floor, and I gently spread her legs
and exposed my private heaven.  I slowly crawled on top of her, and we
kissed again.  I swear, this time, I felt something back from her...  I was
pumped, and getting moreso.

   "Oh baby..." I whispered, feeling...  not her breath, but the exhalation
she had to do in order to talk in my face.  It was hot, and smelled like
flowers.  "I love you..." I simply told the truth...  whatever she was, I
loved her.  "I love you baby, I love you..."

   "And I love you," she said sweetly, surprising me yet again.  Our mouths
touched, and touched again.  I leaned down, and fastened my mouth on a
fabulous tit.  Her body had a taste...  flowers, once again...  but
delicious.  The hard knots of her nipples felt wonderful in my mouth, and I
felt my cock leave a trail of pre-cum along her leg.  She was turning me
on, big time.  Just because that's what I wanted?  I don't know.

   "Ama me," she said.  Love me.  I did, and I was going to try my
damnedest to make her feel it.  I pulled up a little, and fumbled around
with my cock.  I started to just poke it in her...  but then I thought...
let's go slow and easy.  And probably you haven't lived until you've tasted
an angel's cunt.  Her cunt, what I'd seen of it, had been almost holy in
its perfection.  I knew it would taste wonderful.  My jaws locked, thinking
of the taste.  I pulled away from her tit, and slid down her tight belly.
Unlike Celeste, and to my infinite surprise, she had a navel.  A fucking
navel, on an angel?  I smashed my tongue into it, tasting her body again.
No lint, of course.  I nuzzled her flat stomach with my face, and finally
dropped on down into heaven.

   The smell was...  unreal.  We don't have to breathe, in heaven.  We suck
air into our lungs just to talk...  to talk and to smell.  And smell I did,
I sucked in air until my lungs ached.  I drew the incredible scent of her
angelic pussy into my nose with pleasure.  I never knew the depth of a
smell, until I smelled her.  My nose almost hurt, she smelled so good.  And
I knew she'd taste even better than she smelled.

   She did.  The first taste was magical and almost overpowering.  My jaws
ached with that painful thing they do when tasting something strong or
good. Pain of any kind is rare in Heaven...  but this time it was almost
refreshing.  I buried my face in her pussy, and licked for all I was worth.

   I licked, sucked and tongued her for what seemed like hours...  maybe it
was minutes, or maybe it was days...  but it was beautiful...  I felt a
reverence for her by now unlike anything I'd ever felt in the real world. I
loved her with a strength that I cannot explain.  This, I thought...  this
creature is my religion, now.  At last, at last I've found something I can
worship, something truly awe-inspiring, supernatural and otherworldly.

   She came for her first time as I sucked her clit.  Her whole body shook,
her arms and legs pulled tightly into her body, and she came.  Her face had
the a beautiful and almost holy expression on it, one of surprise, I think,
and yet one of complete satisfaction.  I knew I hadn't made a mistake, when
I looked at her face.  Everything we'd done had only enhanced her beauty.
She opened her eyes and smiled at me, and her lips moved.  Thank you, she
said silently.  I smiled at her.

   At last...  the suspense had been killing me...  and at last I helped
her turn over.  She sat up on my couch, holding her body up with her hands,
and I spread her butt cheeks apart.  Angels have assholes!  I told myself
joyfully, and touched her with my tongue.  It was fabulous...  I've always
liked assholes, since I'm an ass man...  but this one was off the scale. 
Her taste was perfect...  spicy and tangy, sweaty and once again...  that
little hint of poop that just sent me over the edge.  This cannot be real,
I told myself...  this was created just to make me happy.  This cannot
truly be an angel's butt.  I couldn't imagine her pooping...  surely
nothing distasteful could come from a creature so perfect.  To this day I
don't know.  Heaven doesn't mean you get to know everything, I've learned.
Time slowed to a crawl and raced like the wind.  I have no idea how long I
ate her ass, and I don't care.  No time is wasted in heaven.

   At last I rose, laid her back on the couch, and laid myself on her body.
Our mouths locked, and now...  now I felt it from her.  A hunger, a need...
building slowly but inexorably, like a freight train on a downhill track. I
felt like she was truly enjoying herself now, and I felt like she wanted
me. Our tongues intertwined, and we traded breaths.  Her eyes were closed,
and I could see her eyeballs flickering beneath her lids.  Her perfect
eyebrows were raised, like she was asking a question.  I loved just her
face more than I'd ever loved anything in my life.

   My cock, engorged to a painful fullness, fell into place between her
moist pussy lips.  I slowly pressed against her, my hands buried in her
sweet ass, and pulled her to me.  As my cock entered her body I felt some
resistance and then something inside her gave away.  A flicker of pain
crossed her face.  I stopped for a moment, and her eyes slowly opened.  She
smiled softly and nodded, we kissed and I continued.  My cock slid deeper
and deeper into her body...  and the sensations were unreal.  Greater than
fucking Celeste, even...  I could feel tongues or who knows what inside her
cunt sliding along my cock, and an aggressive suction that pulled me
deeper. Pulling out of her and pushing back in was incredible.  You don't
know what fucking is, until you've fucked an angel.  I pumped again, and
again.  I felt her body tremble, and I felt goose flesh race down her
thighs.  I could tell she was truly getting off, unless she was the
greatest actor in the universe.  She sucked unnecessary air into her lungs,
gasped and even hiccuped a time or two.  I'm sure my face looked funny, but
the few times she opened her eyes she seemed to be staring at me with
nothing but love.  An angel loves me, I told myself over and over...  an
angel loves me.  Would I do this again?  The problem would be doing
anything other than this.

   At one point she screamed something in Latin or some other language, who
knows...  I have no idea what she said, although I could feel the emotion
behind it.  By now she was acting like she wanted it even more than I did.
I crushed the thought "just because that's what I want." I was getting
tired of trying to think this shit out.

   There was no mistaking it when she came.  She felt like stone beneath me
as her muscles tightened into rigidity, her back arched and her hands
clutched at me almost in a frenzy.  Her head was back, buried into her
neck, and she screamed again, a feral wordless noise that I knew was
nothing except pure pleasure.  She went on for minutes, trembling and
shaking, gasping and bouncing beneath me.  I was actually having a hard
time holding back, something unusual in my time here, and finally I
thought, fuck it, and went ahead and blasted her with what felt like
gallons of cum.  So much that it pistoned out of her tightness and splashed
to the couch beneath us.  My orgasm locked my legs and stomach muscles so
tightly that they actually hurt.  The creature was incredible, as was the
effect she had on me.  I wondered if anything-- even up here, would ever be
better.

   At last we slowed and just held each other.  She sighed and kissed me
sweetly, never opening her eyes.  I wondered if she was asleep, she was
still and quiet for so long.

   "Connie..." I whispered softly.  She opened her eyes.  I kissed her,
long and slow.

   "What are you thinking about?" I asked.

   She laughed gently.  "What we just did..." she said.  "Do you think
you'll ever want to do it again?"

   "Oh, hell yeah..." I laughed.  "The problem will be not doing it every
minute of every day."

   She laughed softly.  "There is a word for what you are now..."

   "A word?  For what I did, for making love to an angel?"

   "Yes, for one who fucks angels.  The word is meccidori...  angel lover.
Some souls fuck angels exclusively, though I'm not sure why."

   I laughed.  I had a pretty good idea why.  I could understand that.  And
I was surprised to hear her use the word "fuck," although I don't know why.
Angels can do no wrong.

   "Oh baby..." I kissed her.  "You are wonderful.  You are the most
fabulous thing I've ever...  ever loved, in this world or the other.  I
love you, I truly love you with all my heart.  I think I'm in love with
you."

   She laughed at me.  "This is heaven," she said.  "You'll have someone
new tomorrow.  Don't worry...  I know how it works.  I understand."

   "I'll always have a place for you in my heart," I stared in her eyes,
and felt tears in the corner of mine.

   She looked serious and when a tear streaked down my cheek she leaned
forward and touched her tongue to it.

   "Tears are worth more than gold, in heaven..." she whispered.  "Gold is
everywhere here...  but tears are rare.  Thank you...  and thank you for
loving me.  I have waited a long time for you."

   We sat and hugged each other for at least as long a time as we'd spent
making love.  She was warm and comfortable in my arms, and I almost dozed,
my mind blank, happy to just be with her.  She finally sat up, stood and
stretched.  Just watching her got me off.

   "Dutch..." she said.  "I must go...  I have...  duties and
responsibilities." I nodded.  I understood.

   "Please..." she touched her lips to mine.  "Please think of me again
someday..."

   "Oh darling..." I hugged her one last time.  "I'll think of you every
day."

   She smiled, dressed, kissed me again and was gone.  I lay back,
relaxing, and thinking.



   --==+==-

   "Celeste...  uh!" I said.

   "I'm...  uh!  I'm Amy, today...  oh fuck!"

   "Yes Amy...  sorry...  how did...  uh!  How did you...  get here?"

   "How did I...  oh, fuck, goddam...  how did...  how did I die you mean?
Oh, fuck!"

   "Yeah!" My hands were on the sides of her hips, my now-giant cock deep
in her asshole.  She had tongues in her asshole, too.  And I swear, I know
it might be because it's heaven, but I swear she had a clit back there too
because she got off so intensely from ass-fucking.  She could cum like a
motherfucker from it.

   "I was...  uh!  I was sitting in my car and was...  rear-ended..." she
stopped talking until we both stopped giggling.  "I was sitting at a... 
uh! Railroad crossing...  and I got pushed into a train.  Oh, god!  Goddam,
you motherfucker...  harder!"

   After we both came and recovered she resumed her story.  "They said I
was in pieces...  they said a neophyte angel had to leave the room, during
recovery...  they said I was fucked up pretty bad."

   I was just holding her now.  She looked thoughtful as she talked about
her death.

   "Do you remember it?  The crash?"

   "Oh yeah...  I remember the impact...  and the pressure of something
squeezing my body...  and then I woke up tied to a bed, screaming.  How I
made it to heaven is still a surprise to me...  I wasn't perfect, by any
stretch..."

   "Yeah," I said.  I hadn't told her, or anyone else for that matter, my
story.  "Me neither," I said.  "Well, I'm glad you made it.  I love you
like crazy..."

   "Yeah..." she laughed.  "Me and a million other girls..."

   "Are you jealous?" I asked.

   "In heaven?  Hell no.  I was a jealous bitch on Earth, though.  I'd have
cut your balls off if you ever even looked at another bitch."

   I laughed.  "Is heaven as weird for you as it is for me?" I asked.

   She nodded.  "Fuck yeah.  I thought it would just be old farts in robes,
playing harps and singing shall we gather at the river.  I never guessed
we'd...  we'd get to fuck, in heaven."

   "I was told the streets were made of gold..."

   "That one they got wrong...  it looks like asphalt to me...  gold is
cheap shit up here, though...  I got a solid gold bathtub at home just to
soak in."

   I laughed.  I still felt like the luckiest motherfucker in the world. 
Fuck, in the universe.  I admit, sometimes though...  sometimes I'd
wondered what went on, down below.  If it had its differences between what
we'd been told on Earth, and what really went on.  I wondered if all my
friends that would be down there eventually would get to have a good time,
every now and then.  I even wondered half-way what it would be like to fuck
a devil, if they had any cute girl devils down there.  Surely...  surely
they did.  That alone would be good torture for the poor motherfuckers.

   "Well," I said, kissing her.  "I'm glad you made it.  I'm glad I saw you
that day getting fucked in the bushes."

   She laughed.  "That's when you saw me?  When you first saw me?"

   "Yeah," I said.  "You looked sexier than fuck that day."

   "I look sexier than fuck every day."

   "Yeah," I laughed, and kissed her again.  "You do."



   --==+==-

   "Well," said Zaphaniah.  "You have been busy.  And, I admit to my
surprise you've managed to fit in quite well."

   I wondered what he'd expected of me.  I had been busy...  I'd been busy
getting fucked, endlessly...  but I'd done other stuff too.  I even played
board games with some of the old farts in my building.  And I spent a good
deal of time in the park, just soaking up the sun and relaxing.  I'd gotten
good at that pleasant state of near mindlessness that passes for sleep
here. And the park was a good place to meet girls.  I'd spent my share of
time in the bushes, and never got poison ivy, or even a rash.  There were
mosquitoes in heaven, but when they bit you it was just a warm fuzzy
feeling.

   "I hear you made quite an impression on Conquisita the other day...  I'm
glad for her, that poor girl has waited a long time for somebody to...  to
spend a little time with her."

   "Oh god, Zaph...  she is unreal...  she is incredible!"

   "I know, I know...  no details please...  but I was young once, too."

   I couldn't imagine that.  Young?  Angels aged?  This place was almost
fucked up, at times.  Nothing made sense sometimes.

   "Zaph...  is there anything I can't do?  Is anything against the rules?"

   "Well, you can't be sad, mad or bad...  that's about it.  There really
are no rules to break."

   "Could I be an angel if I wanted to?"

   "Yes...  it takes some time, but all we have is time, here.  You'd have
to study, have your free will excised, and be fitted for one of these." His
eyes went up as he looked up towards his halo.  Okay...  I thought, maybe
I'll just settle for fucking one, every now and then.  Maybe someday if I
got bored...

   "Anybody ever get bored here?" I asked.

   "Not that we know of," he said, shaking his head.

   "Zaph...  this might sound crazy...  but is there any way I can see what
goes on...  down there?" I pointed at the ground.

   He laughed his irritating laugh.  "I knew you'd ask that," he said. 
"Yes.  The doors are everywhere.  Go down in the basement of your building
and find the door with the do not enter symbol.  You know..." He made a
circle in the air and put a slash through it, the whole symbol magically
glowing for a moment.  I'd seen those doors before but had no idea what
they were.  That's a door into hell?  I wondered.  I'd have to look into
that.

   "And something else weird...  I wanted to check my nose hairs the other
day, but I can't find a mirror anywhere.  Are there no mirrors in heaven?"

   He cleared his throat and hesitated.  At last, I thought, at last I seem
to have found something he doesn't instantly want to talk about.

   "Well..." he said.  "That's an interesting story, and I see no harm. 
Long ago, during the...  reconstruction, shall we say, mirrors were used as
gateways for the entrance of...  undesirables.  Anyway, they were all taken
out to to Gehenna and smashed.  A few have been kept under guard in
laboratories to be studied, but now you won't find one anywhere in heaven.
You're the first that's even asked in...  well, in an eternity."

   "I see..." I said, though I didn't.  What was the reconstruction?  What
the fuck did that mean?  This place had its mysteries.

   "Zaph...  what was the reconstruction?  What do you mean by that?  Can I
ask that?"

   Aargh, the laugh.  "You can ask anything you want.  By reconstruction I
mean when heaven was rebuilt, after the war.  The war of The Fallen One...
don't you remember any of this?  What did you do in sunday school, sleep?"

   I should have answered honestly to that and said yes, but I kept my
mouth shut.  Yes, I remembered a little of the story...  I just never
expected to have to believe it.

   He went on.  "And if it's any help, no, you don't have nose hairs in
heaven.  No dust or pollen in the air, things that nose hairs were designed
to help with in the real world.  Do you miss them?"

   "No...  no, and thank you," I said.  He nodded and smiled.

   "Well?  Anything else?" he said.

   "No.  Zaph...  thanks for your all your help...  I appreciate it!"

   He nodded absently and pulled out his tablet.  "No problem," he said as
he walked off down the street.  "Glad to be of service."



   --==+==-

   I fucked Connie again a few days later, a long slow gentle fuck that I
prefer to think of as "making love" instead of "fucking." She was sweet and
introspective, and we lay on my couch for hours and hugged afterwards.  She
breathed in my face and I loved her sweet breath and the heat of it on my
face.  It was peaceful to just lay and hold her, my cock comfortably
semi-hard, as I thought about what we'd do again in a few minutes... 
minutes or hours or days, it's hard to judge the passage of time in
eternity.  I cried again at some point, loving the perfection of her almost
beyond my capacity, and she cried to see me cry.  Angel tears taste like
Muscato with maybe a hint of ripe persimmon, sweet and delicious.

   "Have you...  I'm just curious, baby...  have you made love to anyone
else since you started with me?" I asked.

   She smiled shyly.  "Of course not," she said.  "I'm yours, only
yours..."

   "Angels are monogamous?" I asked.  "In heaven, even?  Do angels mate for
life?"

   She giggled.  "No...  and we don't mate, by any stretch...  I just...  I
just don't feel the need for anyone else.  You are all I need..."

   "Oh darling..." I hugged her and cried some more, and she laughed softly
and licked my face.

   "I love you..." I whispered.  "I love you," she said softly.  I sighed
and put my face in her hair.  An angel loves me, I thought over and over.
An angel loves me.



   --==+==-

   The doors.  Of course, once I knew about them...  there was nothing left
to do but try one.  One day, well...  the days here are endless...  but
some time had passed since Zaphaniah had told me about the doors.  One day
I was at loose ends, I'd just fucked Celeste and patted her ass and sent
her home a few hours ago...  I knew in another day or two I'd be hungry for
Connie.  I didn't have anything pressing...  of course I didn't, this was
heaven.  I left my apartment and went down the tube to the basement. 
Nothing was there, just some obtuse heaven machinery and an old basket of
laundry that looked like it had been there since biblical times.  I found
the door immediately, it was just a plain door in the wall, with the symbol
on it.  The meaningless symbol, although a door into hell should probably
have some kind of symbol.  I boldly entered the "Do Not Enter" door.

   Not much was behind it, just a few feet of corridor and an escalator,
going down.  It was the first escalator I'd seen since I'd arrived in
heaven.  I stepped onto it, and began to descend.  I don't remember much of
the journey downwards, and it did seem like it took a long time.  At last I
sat down on a step, and blanked for a while, thinking of Celeste and Connie
and a few other girls I'd met at the the park...  and down I went.

   I noticed the smell first.  Harsh, kind of acidic...  I don't remember
smelling sulpher in the real world, but I decided that's probably what I
was smelling.  A few minutes later the noise began...  subliminal at first,
but growing louder.  It finally sounded like a few hundred million voices
mumbling, completely out of sync...  almost like white noise or something.
I'd call it brown noise, if I had to match a color to it.

   At last, far below me, I saw something.  The ceiling got higher and
higher and at last I came out onto a concourse.  There was a doorway with
an arch over it.  I stepped off the escalator when it ended, and went to
the doorway.  The wall beside the opening had several dozen signs and
symbols on it.  The most obvious was the "Abandon Hope All Ye who Enter
Here" sign over the door, and I remembered that from school long ago.  A
smaller sign on the side said "No Cameras Allowed" and an even smaller one
said "Enter at your own risk." One more home-made sign said "Welcome to
Hell.  Do Not Enjoy Your Stay." On the other side of the door seemed to be
stuff from the Hell side, a sign that said "Thank you!  Hope to see you
again!" and shit like that.  One amusing sign tried to inspire me not to
litter in Hell.  The Hell dot com one made me laugh, and I looked for a
matching Heaven dot com on the other side but didn't see it.

   On the other side of the door seemed to be a giant cavern.  I stepped
through, and could see the roof, thousands of feet above, dripping with
massive stalactites.  There was no direct light source, but everything
seemed to glow with a dim light.  Nearby was a crowd of poor bastards
servicing a massive machine that pulsated and pumped a disgusting liquid
through pipes.  A group of lost souls walked past me, all chained at the
neck, carrying a large log and chanting.  Typical Hell shit, I thought to
myself.

   "Dutch!" I heard a voice literally call me by name, and turned.  Goddam,
I thought...  fucking Ralph Pendelton...  the last man I expected to see in
Hell.

   "Ralph!" I said.  I was happy to see somebody I knew, at least, be it
heaven or Hell.

   "Hey man!  You just now gettin' here?" He asked, shaking my hand.  His
hand almost hurt me it was so hot and I turned loose of him in a hurry.

   "Uhm..." I said.  "Actually, I'm just visiting.  Nice to see you,
though."

   "Yeah!" he said.  He was dressed in a simple smock, a dirty piece of
cloth over one shoulder and tied around his waist.  He looked at my
clothes, my jeans and shirt.

   "How'd you get those threads?" he asked.

   "Ralph..." I didn't really want to admit it to him, since I'd made it
and he hadn't...  but I wanted to be honest.  "Ralph, I'm not in Hell, I'm
in heaven.  I just came down the stairs to see what's going on."

   "Fuck!" he said, visibly surprised.  "You made it to heaven?  You?" He
actually laughed at me.  I wasn't offended, I laughed back.

   "Yeah...  crazy, huh?  It's a long story."

   "Fuck, I wish I had the time," he said.  "Yeah, I had hopes myself, at
one time...  but that goddam internet porn got me.  I was trollin'
Craiglist for hookers on Saturday night and preachin' about the evils of
that shit Sunday mornin'.  I fucked up, man.  But I'm glad you made it."

   "Is it that bad down here?" I asked him.  The main reason I'd come was
to find that out.

   "Awww..." he said.  "It's kind of hard to explain.  Yes, it's horrible,
at times, but it's also fun, at times.  You can earn points an' shit, by
doin' favors and appropriately wicked stuff.  And they give us Sundays off,
they let us fuck off all day.  We're supposed to spend it bein'
disrespectful to the concept of Sunday, but they don't check up on us 'cos
they're lazy bastards."

   "I see..." I said, although I didn't totally understand.

   He was quiet for a moment, then he leaned towards me.  "You fucked an
angel yet?" he said conversationally, almost causing me to choke in
surprise.

   "Uhm...  yeah, actually," I said.  He nodded knowingly, smiling.  He
knew he'd got me with that one.

   "Dutch..." he leaned in, his voice low.  "Dutch, angels might be fun but
you haven't lived 'til you've fucked a devil.  Devils invented fucking. 
Angels spit but devils swallow, we like to say.  It's like fucking on speed
or steroids or something...  it's like fucking a mountain lion crossed with
a cobra...  sexy and dangerous.  And you fuckin' cum forever...  at least
it feels like forever."

   Well, that was interesting.  And it was something I'd thought of and was
interested in.  I felt like my afterworld experience wouldn't be complete
until I got some devil pussy.

   He slapped me on the back and turned and looked around, as he'd done
several times while we talked.  He acted like he was afraid of someone
sneaking up behind him.  For good reason, someone did.  Or something.

   "What the...  what the GODDAM FUCK is goin' on here!" A loud, fairly
obnoxious female voice said.  I gulped as a figure approached from around a
stone escarpment.

   Goddam...  I thought.  All that shit I thought the other day about
female devils...  and fuck, I was right.  She was goddam good looking... 
red as sin, but hot as hell.  She was an inch or two taller than me, and
her skin looked like dark red vinyl.  She had black hair, in a cute page
boy cut.  Two little horns, actually kind of attractive, grew out of her
forehead.  Her face was as classically beautiful as an angel's, but with a
twist.  Her body was as perfect as an angel's too...  high firm breasts,
and in a leather halter top that exposed her fat pink nipples.  She was
bare-ass naked down below, with a fuzzy little patch of black pubic hair,
cut in the shape of an upside-down cross.  I swear I saw a fat red clit
peeking out of her slit.  All in all she was beautiful, but...  very
devilish looking.  I have no other way to describe her.  And she didn't
have a happy expression on her face.

   "Git 'chore goddam fuckin' ass back in line, preacher boy!" she hissed,
and smacked Ralph hard on the cheek with an oversized riding crop she was
carrying.  He flinched, and I saw a red welt on his face.  Her tail was
long, prehensile and pointed, and it stuck straight up like a cat's.  It
just added to the impression I got that she was majorly pissed.

   Ralph cowered before her.  "Yes, mistress!" he said.  "Yes, Miss
DeVille!" He turned to me for a moment.

   "Bye!  Nice talkin' to ya!" and he was gone, around the rock.

   "Wha'choo lookin' at, angel boy..." the devil girl said, approaching me.
My heart, or whatever that thing inside me is that now does heart stuff was
pounding like a jackhammer.  But fuck, she looked good.  She looked hard,
muscular...  I knew she could break me over her knee like a piece of
driftwood.  I wanted to feel her strong arms around me, squeezing.  Her
eyebrows were black, theatrically oversized and swept up her forehead like
wings.  Her nails were claws, and I saw them retract and extend, like a
cat's.  Her eyes were yellow, and the pupils were slits.  She should have
repulsed me, but she turned me on.  I was right, I thought to myself,
pleased.  Devil girls are foxes.

   "You a long way from home, pretty boy..." said said, walking around me,
looking at me.  She took her crop and placed it on my jaw, pushing my head
as the crop bent.  I stood my ground, but my heart still pounded.  She was
intimidating.

   "I just...  I just wanted to see how the other half lives..." I finally
said.  What do you talk about with a devil?

   "Half?  Fuck dat...  we got way more'n half...  we got fuckin' ninety
percent, doof.  We got nine levels while you fuckers just got one."

   "Thanks for pointing that out..." I said.  I wanted to talk to her, I
actually wanted to sweet talk her, but her attitude was pretty
overpowering. And I didn't know what was sweet to a devil.

   "You're welcome, dipshit!" she said.  She tapped the other side of my
face with her crop.  "Come back when my shift ends an' I got time to fuck
you up."

   I didn't want to be fucked up, I wanted to be fucked.  "When does your
shift end?" I asked.

   "When I fuckin' feel like it, pussy boy!" she said.  She tapped my cheek
again, a little harder.

   "Well," I said.  "How about now?  Would that work?"

   "No, that won't work, you little fuckin' worm!" she said, smacking me
pretty hard.  I flinched, that was the first actual pain I'd felt since I'd
crossed over.  It was almost refreshing because it felt so unusual...  and
goddam, she was hot.  I could stand a little more of that shit, I thought.

   "You motherfuckers sit up there in your goddam fuckin' ivory towers and
shit on us!" she said, growing more agitated.  Fuck, I wanted to settle her
down, not rile her up.  She continued.  "I know you think we're shit! 
Someday, motherfucker...  someday we're gonna surprise your ass, someday
soon.  You better hope you got friends down here, dickwad.  You'd better
fuckin' hope...  if you wanna live!"

   "I don't feel like that," I said, a little defensive.  "And we don't
shit on you...  we don't even shit, actually." And what had she meant by
"if you want to live?" This was the afterlife.  You couldn't die again,
could you?

   "You know what I fuckin' mean!" she said, raising her crop again.  She
looked down at my crotch.  An actual smile formed on her sexy red lips.

   "Awww!" she said.  "Wittle angel boy got a wittle hard-on for a devil
girl!  Ain't that fuckin' cute!"

   She smacked my cock hard with the crop, right on the cap.  I bent over
double because...  fuck, it hurt.  She hit hard and had good aim.  She
laughed wickedly.

   "You saw the fucking sign," she said, her ghetto accent gone.  "You pass
that door, you on our turf.  Your pussy-ass angel friends can't help you
down here.  I could press you into my gang for the next trillion years and
they couldn't do shit.  Get your skinny angel ass back upstairs and don't
come down again.  If I ever want a piece of your sorry ass I'll call you.
Gimme your fuckin' number."

   I fumbled my phone out.  Usually I left it back in my apartment since I
hardly ever used it, except to occasionally talk to Zaphaniah or Celeste. I
was glad I had it now.  I gave her my number...  hell that was easy, it was
all sevens.  I went to the dialer directory, and said "Your number?" and
looked at her expectantly.

   "It's all sixes," she said, now acting disgusted.  "Just hit six 'til I
answer...  if I decide to fuckin' answer.  I only get horny for angel dick
every thousand years though.  In other words, don't fuckin' wait up for
me."

   I nodded, filed her number under "D3vil Gurl" and said "Thanks."

   "Don't try your sissy-ass politeness bullshit on me, motherfucker!" she
growled, and turned away.  The last I saw of her she was flipping me off as
she chased her gang of slaves into a grove of mushrooms.



   --==+==-

   To my dismay, I never found the up escalator.  I finally asked a
friendly looking devil, and he laughed in my face and tried to sell me a
diamond as big as my fist.

   "There ain't no up staircase, doofus!" he said.  "The highway to hell is
one way!  Straight down!" I finally ran up the escalator for what seemed
like hours.  You couldn't simply walk or you'd just stay in one place.  It
was a bitch but actually just time-consuming, because once I made it past
the half-way point I got less and less tired.  Finally I arrived back in
the basement of my building, barely even breathing heavy.  I need a beer
after that shit, I decided.  I knew one would be waiting.



   --==+==-

   "Zaph!  Hello?  Hello?"

   "Yes?  Dutch?  Is that you?"

   "Yes!  Zaph!  You gotta hear this!"

   "What?  Settle down, Dutch..."

   "Zaph, I think the devils are plannin' somethin'...  some kind of
takeover or somethin'!  This one, this one girl devil I know said they were
gonna surprise us.  She told me I'd better have friends down there if I
wanted to live!"

   His laughter irked me and went on way longer than usual.

   "Dutch, Dutch..." he finally said, chuckling.  "You aren't the first to
go down the stairs.  They've been planning their takeover for...  lord, for
a billion years now.  She was just blowing smoke up your...  up your
tailpipe.  Don't worry about the devils.  They aren't going to take
anything over.  Their bureaucracy is so top-heavy and bogged down in
paperwork they don't even know how many souls they have.  Did she give you
the ninety percent spiel?"

   "Well...  yeah...  but she just sounded so...  ready.  She sounded like
it was going to happen tomorrow."

   "Don't worry about it.  Heck, if they wanted to take over, they could
just flip the switch and ride the escalators up, right?  Why didn't that
happen an eternity ago?"

   "Uhm...  yeah I guess.  Well, sorry to bother you then.  I thought I'd
stumbled onto something big." Hearing there was an up switch hadn't cheered
me up any either.

   "Got a taste for a little devil tail, huh?" Once again he proved he
could surprise me.

   "Uhm...  well, I gotta admit..."

   "Dutch, once again you aren't the first.  Just be careful.  If she can,
she'll tangle you up in a web of...  well, of biblical proportions.  We've
had souls hit with everything from child support to alienation of affection
lawsuits.  If you mate with her I guarantee you she'll end up pregnant and
you'll have to ride down that escalator for the next thousand years,
helping to raise a little half-breed devil child.  You'll be screwed,
because like the tired old joke goes, they've got all the lawyers.  And the
children aren't nearly as much fun as the big girls.  They are usually
insane little monsters, since the devil gene is dominant."

   I was silent for a while, pondering all that.  Still, the attraction was
powerful.  He spoke again.

   "And no, I don't know where a rubber machine is.  This is heaven, not a
gas station on the lower East side."

   Shit.  Well, maybe I'd just settle for some devilish phone sex, if it
was offered.  Another dream bites the dust.  That alone was rare, up here.
I did feel a little warm and fuzzy that I'd managed to find something I
couldn't have.  Unless she called me and made an offer, of course.



   --==+==-

   And then there were the kids.  There's a surprising and almost
horrifying number of kids in heaven.  Life is rough, especially a few
centuries back...  an amazing number of children never made it to
adulthood. They were all here, because...  children get a free ride, a free
ticket.  There are no kids in hell...  well, maybe a few really horrible
little bastards...  but most all kids end up in heaven.

   I wasn't perfect, back on planet Earth.  I already talked about that. 
I'd just finished stealing the innocence of the sweetest, most beautiful
little girl on the planet, when her dad kicked the door in and shot me in
the face.  I thought of that often...  that last night with her...  but the
mood was a little broken, because of the incident of ten minutes after I
deflowered her.  But it had been sweet and special, and just damn fun.  The
girl loved me, I really felt the love from her, and I loved her more than I
can describe.  Almost as much as I love Conquisita...  and that's a lot,
for the mortal world.  She was the most perfect thing in my life, until an
angel came along.  I still hurt inside from causing her pain, first from
having to see me get shot, and second from making her love me and then
abruptly leaving the planet.  I looked forward to that day...  whenever it
might be, that day that I could hold her and apologize in person.  I
wondered if she'd be an old lady then, when she showed up...  or if she'd
appear young to me, like she was when I last saw her.  There weren't that
many old people here...  some people were comfortable being old, and chose
to be...  but I hoped she was still young and beautiful.  I really wanted
to see her again, and I was pleased that it looked like a possibility.

   The girls, though...  the little girls.  I liked little girls, in the
real world.  I'd liked them from a distance, though...  until Penny.  And
she wasn't that little, she'd been thirteen, when what had happened... 
happened.  I'd looked at little girls before, and wondered...  hell, who
hasn't?  You can't tell me most males, at some point in their life don't
look and wonder what it would be like.  I loved beautiful little girls, and
I found a large number of them to be downright sexy.  I even had some of
that shit on my computer.  I wondered if that was part of the reason I
should have gone to Hell.

   I'm not saying I planned it...  I didn't start out with it in mind.  But
it happened.  There were little girls everywhere, here.  It took me a while
though...  it didn't happen right away.  And the big girls had my
attention, in a big way.  Fucking Celeste was still incredibly sexy to me
and in no way had I even began to get tired of that.  And Connie...  I
still worshiped her every chance I got.  And you get a lot of chances, when
you don't have anything else to do.

   As time passed, I met and introduced myself to most of the young girls
in my apartment block, but the magic never happened.  There were some
cuties living close to me, and some precocious little pre-teen sexpots. 
One day while walking in a park I'd pushed through some brush and surprised
a middle aged man with what looked like a seven year old girl on her knees
before him, his cock deep in her throat.  He'd winked at me as I nodded and
moved on.  So I'm not the only one.  I wanted some of that, I told myself,
but I guarded my thoughts...  I didn't want it to happen until I was ready
and the right one showed up.  The special one.

   But, it did happen.  I saw the girl one day at an outdoor deli...  once
again, this is heaven, we don't have to eat.  But we do eat occasionally
for the pleasure of the taste, and the sensation of fullness.  And here's
more magic...  we don't poop.  There are no toilets and no turds in heaven.
It disappears from your innards somehow and goes somewhere, no idea where
or how.  I suppose...  I suppose if you were really into that shit... 
well, into shit...  I suppose it would happen then.  You almost always get
what you want, in heaven, unless it's a devil girl.  But I guess if you
were a shit freak, you'd somehow manage to get your fix.  Enough said.

   Anyway, I was enjoying some planet Earth Chinese food, when I looked up.
A little girl sat across from me, eating a simple bowl of rice.  She met my
eye, and smiled.  Something went through me, like a surge of electricity. I
smiled back...  and I knew that quickly she was the one.  She was small,
and appeared to be about...  well...  I know this is heaven, but let me
keep her age to myself.  Let's just say she was young.  She was maybe four
and a half feet tall, and maybe sixty pounds, in the old measurements.  She
was beautiful, classically beautiful like Conquisita in a way...  children
have a simple regal beauty that cannot be duplicated.  Her hair was dark,
and waist length.  Her eyes were brown, so dark you couldn't tell where the
color ended and the pupil started.  Her nose was a little bump, and her
lips were thin lines of red...  I stared at her, transfixed.  I wondered if
she'd actually been made for me, or if this was chance.  Is anything simply
chance, in this universe?  In this place especially?  I didn't care.  My
attraction to her was instant and overwhelming.

   I motioned for her to come and sit with me.  She appeared to think a
minute or two, as she finished her bowl.  At last she stood and slowly
walked my way.  Her gait was smooth and sensuous...  like a thick liquid in
human form.  She moved the opposite of an angel...  angels moved quick and
precise.  This girl was slow and thoughtful.

   She stood before me and gazed at me inquisitively.

   "Sweetheart..." I said.  "Please...  just a few moments of your time..."
I wanted way more than that, but I didn't want to just blurt it out.  And
god...  I could smell her, she was so close.  She smelled like...  heaven.

   "Okay," she said, and carefully sat.

   "What is your name, my dear?" I asked.  In heaven, it's okay to give
your name to strangers.

   "Juliette..." she said, after another pause.  She stared at me, an open
and honest stare with no fear at all.

   "Juliette, I'm Dutch," I said.  There are no last names in heaven.  She
hesitantly offered her hand, and we shook.  Her hand was warm and soft.  I
let it go reluctantly.

   "Darling...  you are beautiful...  would you like to go home with me?" I
asked.  I loved this child already...  I loved her and lusted for her.  I
wanted to take her in my arms and smell her and kiss her.  I wanted to
taste her.  I knew she would taste wonderful.

   "Maybe later..." she said, surprising me.  Sometimes heaven wasn't as
simple as all yeses.

   "Want to walk in the park then?" I asked, and she nodded slowly.  We
stood, nodded to the angel running the food court, and walked away... 
there is no tipping, in heaven...  no money even.  We crossed the street
and walked into the park, one of the endless parks that ran everywhere
throughout the city.  I felt a touch on my hand, and it was hers.  I took
her hand in mine and we walked beneath the trees.  Her little hand was soft
and warm.

   We stopped, and sat on a convenient bench.

   "Juliette," I said.  "How did you get here?"

   She was silent for a moment.  "I had a fever..." she said.  "I don't
know what it was, but I died from it.  I woke up here."

   I nodded, my heart going out to her.  I loved her even more, for her
suffering.  I wished she could have gotten more out of life.

   "You?" she asked.

   I hesitated.  I didn't want to tell her the whole truth, so I only told
her part of it.  "I got shot..." I said.  "I was in an argument, and I got
shot."

   "I'm sorry," she said simply.  She smiled at me.  I still held her hand,
and I enclosed it in both my hands.  We were content to just sit there a
while, touching.  It was almost enough.  I knew, I knew deep in my heart,
that she was mine.  I didn't want to rush it, though.  I wanted it to
happen at its own pace.

   We stood at last and walked through the woods, laughing at the animals
and nodding to the people we met.  We saw a unicorn and then stopped for a
while and chatted with a family of leprechauns who were living in a house
made from a hollow log.  I put my hand on her shoulder and hugged her
against my body.  She seemed comfortable and content to be with me.

   "Juli..." I said.  "Do you live with anyone?  Do you live alone?"

   She shook her head.  "I live with my mother.  She came when I did, just
hours later.  We live there..." she pointed to a high-rise just a few
buildings away from mine.  I nodded and showed her my building.

   "I don't see her a lot, now," she said.  "She gots...  she gots
boyfriends, an' stuff.  But that's okay."

   "You ever had a boyfriend?" I asked.  She giggled and shook her head.  I
smiled.

   "Want one?" I said.

   "Who?"

   "Me, of course..."

   She laughed again.  "We'll see..." she finally said.  I lifted her hand
to my mouth and kissed it.  She giggled some more.

   "Come on..." I said.  "I want to see something and I want your company
when I see it."



   --==+==-

   We walked down the street a ways this time, before my wish was granted.
An old man angel, the only old man angel I've ever seen in heaven, was
sitting on the sidewalk beside a rickshaw and smoking a stubby cigarette.
We walked up to him.

   "Give us a ride?" I asked, and he stood, nodding.  We climbed in, he
took the drawbars and set off at a trot.  In less than an hour we were at
the ocean.  He stopped and we climbed out, thanked him and walked down to
the shore.  The sea stretched before us, infinite, as are all things in
heaven.  Above us, a few hundred million miles away we could see it going
over our heads like a giant sparkling blue ring.  For some reason it was
more magical than anything else I'd seen so far.

   "Baby..." I said.  She stared up at me, and I was lost in her eyes.  I
kneeled, and took her in my arms.  She came willingly and I squeezed her
against my body, my head beside hers.  I stared out over the ocean and held
her.

   "I love you..." I whispered in her ear.  She giggled.  "I love you, I
love you...  darling, let me love you...  for all eternity..."

   I leaned back and looked at her.  Her face was impassive and her eyes
unreadable.  She leaned in, though, closer and closer, and at last I
understood.  Our lips touched for a moment.  Magic happened.

   "Okay..." she said, her breath hot in my face.  "I guess you can love
me."

   "Good, because I do," I said.  I leaned in again and our lips touched
for a few seconds longer.  The third was longer still.  On the fourth I
felt her little tongue touch my lips.

   "Baby..." I said.  My heart was doing that pounding thing again, so hard
it almost hurt.  "Baby, let's go back to my place."



   --==+==-

   We walked and talked, and it just seemed like moments before we were
back in our part of the city.  We went up the tube to my room, and I spun
her in circles around me as we floated upwards.  I opened the door and
ushered her in.

   She sat on the couch.  I went to the end table I had begun to think of
as my refrigerator.  A soft drink was waiting there, and I gave it to her.
I realized she didn't know what to do with it, so I opened it for her.  She
took a taste and smiled at me.  I wondered if she'd ever tasted anything
like it before.

   "Baby..." I kneeled on the floor at her feet.  I took her sandals off,
and rubbed her beautiful feet.  Just to touch her made me happy.  "Baby...
remember...  you don't have to do anything you don't want to..."

   "I know that..." she said, looking puzzled at me for feeling like I had
to say it.

   "I want..." I started, and paused.  This one was different than Penny
for some reason.  After some initial resistance, I'd been the one putting
the brakes on with Penny.  I tried again.  "My little one, I want to love
you...  like a man and a woman love each other.  Do you understand what I
mean?"

   She nodded her head, thought a moment, and then shook it.

   "Well," she said.  "I've seen my mom...  I've seen my mom, with men...
with men and women...  and once...  once she even kissed an angel."

   I laughed.  I wondered if her mom had done more with the angel.

   "Baby..." I said.  "I just don't want you to be afraid.  I would never
hurt you."

   "I know..." she said.  "I'm not worried."

   I sat forward on my knees and put my head in her lap.  We sat for a
while in silence.  I felt her warm hand on my neck.

   "Baby..." I sat up and tried again.  "I just want to make sure this is
what you want.  I don't want you to just be okay with it...  I don't want
you to simply tolerate me...  I want you to want it, like I do.  Do you
understand?"

   She thought for a while.  Finally she spoke.  "I think I understand. 
Okay...  what you want, that's what I want.  I like you, but I'm not sure I
love you yet.  Can we...  can we just go slow?  Can we just, uhm...  just
spend time together for a while?  Until maybe we know...  until we know
it's supposed to happen?"

   That made sense, and was wiser than my plan.  I'd been ready just to
jump right in the middle of her, in spite of what I'd just said.  I had
felt like, since the moment I'd seen her, that she was the one.  But I
wanted her to feel that way, too.

   "Baby..." I finally said.  "I would love that...  I would love just
spending time with you.  Yes, that's the best way...  let's do that..."

   She smiled and leaned in.  Our lips touched again, for a moment.  I was
happy.



   --==+==-

   "Hello?" I said.  There had been no name on the caller ID, just a bunch
of asterisks.

   "Whachoo fuckin' doin', angel boy?  You got'cher little cock in your
hand?  You spankin' it, thinkin' 'bout me?"

   Shit!  I thought.  Not now!  I put my hand over the phone.

   "Juliette, honey...  will you excuse me for a moment?" She smiled
sweetly and nodded.  I went to the far corner of the room and spoke
quietly.

   "Hi.  No, I'm not spanking it.  I have company."

   "Awww...  wittle angel boy gots company?  You got a girl over?"

   "Well...  yes, actually."

   "Is she legal?"

   "In heaven?  Anything is legal in heaven."

   "You goddam fucking pedo motherfucker!  You've got a little girl there,
don't you?" I grimaced to myself.  How the fuck did we get to that so
quickly?  I wondered if there was a spy camera in my room.

   "No, she's...  she's grown up.  Of course she is." I lied.

   "You lyin' sack of shit.  I shouldn't even be talkin' to you, you
fuckin' corrupter of youth.  Yeah, I asked around, I found out about your
last girlfriend.  You fuckin' slimeball, she was just thirteen.  She was
barely thirteen, and you fucked her."

   Shit.  Does everyone here know everything?  I asked myself.  I realized
by now I should have simply said yes when she'd ask me if I was spankin'
it, and maybe avoided all this crap.

   "I gotta go," she said.  "I can't be seen talkin' to a fuckin'
pedophilical sex maniac like you.  I got a reputation to uphold."

   "Okay!" I said.  This was getting tiresome.  Her phone manners were
horrible.  And...  a devil?  A devil was lecturing me about my lack of
moral character?

   She wasn't done whipping on me.  "No wonder you're in heaven, you
prick...  we don't like pedos down here, we make them clean the fucking
toilets with their tongue.  You wouldn't last a day down here, you fucking
wimpy-ass pig fucker.  You wimpy-ass baby fucker!"

   "Okay, okay!" I said.  "I don't really have time for this, darlin'... 
can you call me back in a few days?"

   "Maybe," she said.  "I'll have to fuckin' think about it.  Maybe I don't
want your shit to rub off on me.  And don't fuckin' call me darlin'!"

   "Wait!" I said.  "What's your name!  Please!"

   She was silent for a moment.  "Trixie," she finally said, and then I
heard an loud exaggerated click as she forcefully hung up on me.  I shook
my head, sighed and turned back to the couch and Juliette.



   --==+==-

   We did what Juliette had said.  We took it slow.  I saw her every day,
for hours sometimes.  We sat on my couch and talked, we walked in the
parks, we went to the zoo...  heaven's zoo is awesome, by the way...  we
just took it slow and got to know each other.  Time passed, I can't say how
long, it felt like weeks...  maybe it was months.  Time is all screwed up
here.  I felt like we were getting closer and closer, I felt like more than
ever that this was the right choice.  I hoped she felt that way, too.

   One day we sat on my couch and cuddled.  Her body was soft and warm in
my arms.  She smelled wonderful.  I whispered silly things to her and she
laughed.

   "Dutch..." she whispered to me.  Her breath was hot and sexy in my ear.

   "What, baby..." I said.

   "Can I...  can I stay here tonight?" I laughed gently.  There is no
night in heaven.  But I understood...  I'd gotten in the habit of spending
a few hours on the couch every now and then, letting my mind rest...  just
idling, thinking of nothing.  It added a much-needed delineation to the
days...  and it seemed to relax me.  I wondered if she did the same thing.

   "Certainly, darling..." I whispered back.  I wondered if this was an
introduction to a more physical aspect of our relationship.  Whether it was
or wasn't didn't really matter to me...  I was just glad to spend time with
her.  Laying on the couch for a few hours holding her would be wonderful.

   She leaned against me, her eyes closed.  I kissed her lips gently and
she smiled without opening her eyes.

   "I have been here a hundred and seventy seven years today..." she said
softly.  I was shocked.  I knew she'd died before I was born, but I had no
idea it was that long ago.

   "You've been in heaven that long?" I asked her.  She giggled.

   "Of course!" she said.  "Where else would I be?"

   Okay, dumb question.  I was still wrapping my head around it.

   "You've been here that long and you never had a boyfriend?  You never
even kissed a guy?" I asked, hoping not to offend her.

   "No, I haven't..." she said, still smiling.  "I've had friends... 
rather I have friends, but I've never done...  stuff like that."

   "Why not?" I asked.

   "It just...  it just never came up," she said.  "It never mattered."

   "Does it matter now?" I asked.

   She laughed gently again.  "Yeah," she said.  "Yeah, I guess it matters
now.  Dutch...  I'll be your girlfriend, if you want.  I'll be glad to."

   I smiled and kissed her.  Something had happened between us, I was
unsure what exactly, but I'd felt it.  I held her, I hugged her body to
mine, and loved her even more than I thought was possible.



   --==+==-

   She did spend the night with me, so to speak.  We lay for hours,
snoozing, relaxing, and I just held her.  It seemed to be all she wanted,
and it was fine with me.  I had no intention of rushing her.  Just feeling
her warmth and smelling her delightful scent was enough, for now.

   "I have dreams, sometimes..." she said.  "I don't sleep, but I have
dreams..."

   "About?"

   "Just stuff.  Stuff about my life before this, my life on Earth.  I had
friends and family, there.  Some of them I've seen, since I got here...  a
few came here, but most...  most went to the other place."

   Yeah, the ninety percent, I thought.  I hugged her, loving her,
sympathizing with her.  Someday I'd ask her questions, about her life
before.  I wondered if she'd even gone to school.  Someday...  but it
wasn't that important now.  There'd be time, time for all that.  There was
all of eternity.



   --==+==-

   I met her mother.  It was brief, and uncomfortable for me.  Old habits
die hard.  I almost expected her to rage at me, and accuse me of being a
dirty old man, like Trixie had done.  She was cool and calm though, and we
talked about heaven in a reasonable manner, and I came away with insights
about the place that I hadn't had before.  She never questioned me about my
intentions towards her daughter...  maybe she understood the rules better
than I did.  Maybe she didn't suspect what I'd entered into this
relationship with, on my mind.  I don't know.

   "Your mother is very nice..." I told Juliette later that afternoon.  She
nodded.

   "Yeah, she's okay," she said.  "She asked me a lot of questions about
you."

   "Oh really..." that made me nervous for some reason.  "Questions like
what?"

   "Like if I loved you back as much as she could tell you loved me.  And
if I thought you were nice and polite to people...  back on Earth.  What I
thought the old you was like."

   I think I was...  I hoped I was...  it was much easier up here, of
course, where nothing went wrong...  I tried to remember my personality,
way back then.  I'd been a little flaky, at times...  but all in all, I
think I was a nice guy.

   "Did she ever ask about...  about love, like have I touched you and
stuff?" I asked.

   "No..." she said.  "No, she never has.  Dutch...  it's different, up
here in heaven.  She's like me, she's been here long enough...  haven't you
noticed that people change, after a while?"

   I'd noticed that, yes...  people, or as the angels called us, "souls,"
did change.  People became more angelic, the longer they were here.  I'd
met some former cavemen the other day, and they were the gentlest, sweetest
people in heaven.  They were polite to to a fault...  and their stories had
been fascinating.  I'd heard the Cro-Mags were even moreso, although I had
yet to meet one.

   Even Juliette was, at times, oddly grown-up.  Maybe not grown-up, but
mature.  Her mind seemed to be more developed than the kids I'd been around
back on Earth.  I suppose that the time she'd spent here had broadened her
mind...  her experience base was larger than an mortal's, although she
still seemed childlike in many ways.  I had noticed also that people didn't
tend to live too differently here than they had lived on Earth...  than
what they were used to.  The simplicity of Juliette and her mother's
apartment had reminded me of that.

   "Anyway," she said.  "Dutch...  don't worry about my momma...  it's not
that she doesn't care about me, she just knows not to worry.  Nothing bad
or wrong will happen between us.  This is heaven, remember?  Whatever
happens between us, whether it happens or not, it will be beautiful, and
we'll both be happy."

   I still wrestled with that.  Could I stand it if it didn't happen?  And
could I stand this level of perfection for eternity?  Would we slowly
change into something almost unrecognizable, like the cavemen?  I wanted to
love this child forever...  and I felt like I could.  What would we become?
Would this seem alien to me, someday?  Would we somehow change and grow
apart?  Would I get enough of what I wanted from her, whatever that might
be, and move on?  There were just too many questions.  I sighed, and buried
my face in her hair.  She never saw my tears, we lay together with our
chins on each others shoulders for so long that they dried up completely.

   "Baby..." I whispered.  "This is just the start, the start of something
that I want to last forever.  If it takes a million years it's okay with
me. Just let me hold you every day...  just let me love you."

   "Dutch," she said.  "Don't worry.  It'll all work out.  It'll all be
okay, I promise."

   Our mouths met, and we traded the same breath, over and over.  She
finally broke away, giggling.  I hugged her against my body.  Even if it
takes a million years, I repeated.  I'll wait for her, even if it takes a
million years.



   --==+==-

   I still saw Celeste and Conquisita, of course.  I still loved them
strongly...  not as much as I'd come to love Juliette, but strongly.  I
felt like all parties involved understood the rules.  I wondered...  if it
became physical between Juli and myself, would I still love the other girls
then?  Of course I'd still love them, but would I still make love to them?
I thought about it and wrestled with it.  I think Juli would understand...
and, even more than me, she knew how things worked up here.  I felt like
that by now that she knew the depth of my love for her and wouldn't feel
threatened by the other girls.

   A peek into that future happened one day.  Juli and I had walked the
city for hours, maybe days.  We weren't tired...  but our brains needed
some time off, to sort and file things.  We sat on my couch, her head in my
lap, and dozed, or whatever you call that thing we did that passed for
sleep.

   A knock sounded on my door...  I was expecting no one, the only person
who it might have been was here.  I rose, and answered the door.  It was
Conquisita, to my surprise.  I was pleased, though...  she'd never shown up
by surprise before.  I ushered her in, and made introductions.

   "I am pleased to meet you," said Conquisita to Juliette, surprising me.
"You are as I once was...  the chosen one."

   Juli laughed, and looked at me, smiling.  I had told her about
Conquisita, pretty much the whole story.  I'm sure she understood that I
still made love to the angel regularly.  I was pleased that there was no
jealousy between them...  but, this was heaven.  Jealousy was a thing of
old Earth.  Although...  I'd noticed Conquisita did seem to think I'd
replaced her with Juliette, just from what she'd just said.  I'd try to
settle her mind about that later.  Juli finally rose and went over to where
Conquisita sat, in an upholstered chair.  They talked, and Juli settled
comfortably in the larger girl's lap.  They murmured softly to each other,
shutting me out, but it didn't bother me.  I was glad they'd seemed to hit
it off.  Conquisita wrapped her alabaster arms around Juli, and Juliette
relaxed, leaning back against her.  I was happy just to sit and watch the
two of them.

   At last Juliette rose, and approached me.  She kissed me softly on the
cheek, an oddly lingering kiss.

   "I must go..." she said softly.  "Enjoy.  She is as lovely as you
described."

   I nodded, sorry to see her go, but understanding.  I knew she was
leaving for our benefit, and loved her for her giving nature.  I promised
to see her tomorrow, and she let herself out.

   "She is as beautiful in spirit as in body," said Conquisita.  She joined
me on the couch.  I took her in my arms, loving her soft hardness and her
gentle strength.  "I hope I did not intrude..."

   I shook my head, and kissed her softly.  She continued.  "I was...  as
silly as it sounds, I was in the neighborhood, and thought I'd stop by.  I
had hopes that she would be here, I have wanted to meet her.  Dutch... 
have you...  have you made love to her yet?"

   I shook my head, wondering why she asked.  "We haven't gone there yet,"
I said.  "I don't know if we ever will.  But I love her with all my heart."

   "I understand," she said.  "I do not want to lose you when that happens,
but I will understand."

   "Oh, Connie, dearest..." I buried my face in her neck.  "You will never
lose me.  I will always love you, I have to love you...  I cannot not love
you..."

   Our mouths met, and I felt her tongue on my lips.

   "Juli will understand," I tried to reassure her.  "Just like today... 
she'll make time for us.  She understands heaven better than I do, she's
been here longer.  She knows I'll still love her, just like I'll still love
you.  I put no chains upon her or upon you...  and she puts none on me."

   Conquisita looked down and fidgeted, her hands twisting her hair.  "I'm
sorry...  I know this is a big deal over nothing...  but I do not want to
stand in the way of your happiness."

   "Darlin'!" I was frustrated.  Heaven had insecure angels?  "Darlin', you
are a big part of my happiness.  I will not lose you.  You will not be
pushed to the side.  Nothing will change.  Just like I love Celeste, and I
love you...  I love Juliette...  nothing will change."

   "I know, I know..." she said.  I saw tears in her eyes, even.  I
squeezed her tighter.  "Dutch...  what you have with her is special...  I
have felt it.  I will take what I can from you, but please...  never
jeopardize what you have with her.  I will back off if I have to.  You must
let me know."

   "Dammit..." I squeezed her until she wouldn't have been able to breathe,
if she breathed.  "Conquisita...  nothing will change.  I love you, I will
always love you.  There is room for both you and her...  just let it
happen. Don't worry, baby...  don't worry.  I love you..."

   At last we made slow gently love...  she came beautifully, her hands
grasping at empty air, her legs wide apart and trembling.  Her lips moved
as I kissed her breasts and neck.  We slowed and stopped, and I held her
for hours.  At last she pulled herself up and dressed.

   "Dutch..." she said.  "Remember.  Remember what I said."

   "I will," I said.  "And you remember what I said.  I will always love
you.  There will always be a place in my heart for you."

   We kissed, and she left.  I spent what felt like the next few days deep
in thought.



   --==+==-

   We lay in a waist-high field of ripe golden wheat.  The sun beat down
upon us, and it was perfect.  A few more degrees and it would have been too
hot...  but it was perfect.

   "Dutch..." said Juliette.  I made a noise.

   "I told my Momma I was gonna live with you from now on," she said
casually.  My heart flip-flopped.

   "What did she say?" I asked.  I was nervous for a moment.

   "Nothin'," said Juli, almost puzzled.  "Why would she care?"

   I sighed.  I still wasn't used to this place.  Like I said, old habits
die hard.

   "Baby," I wrapped my arms around her sun-warmed body, and breathed her
scent into my nostrils.  "Baby...  I love you...  you have made me happier
than anything in the world...  in the universe." I leaned forward and we
kissed.  She giggled, and her little tongue touched mine.  Our lips didn't
part for a long time.  I admit, in retrospect...  I admit I hadn't caught
on that things were changing.

   "Dutch..." she whispered.  She sat up on her knees, and looked around,
like she was trying to see if anyone was near.  "Dutch...  let's take our
clothes off..."

   Really, I thought.  I'd seen a lot of the girl the last few weeks or
months, however long it had been.  But I'd never seen her like that.  This
might be...  interesting.

   I reached up and helped her pull her little one-piece dress over her
head.  She stood, then, and I reached out slowly and hooked my thumbs in
the elastic of her panties.  I looked at her and she grinned.  I gently
slid her panties down her long brown legs.

   She was...  breathtaking.  I don't have the language to take it further.
Her beauty was subtle and yet overpowering.  Her body was slim, and the
bones showed beneath the skin plainly.  She wasn't painfully thin, she was
perfect.  I could count her ribs, and I intended to, later.  Her flat
little chest was beautiful, as were her two little brown nipples.  They
were no longer flat, her body had been somewhere in the middle of that long
slow transition to adulthood when death had taken her.  Unless she wished
differently, she'd have the most beautiful fat puffy little nipples for all
of eternity.

   Her waist was slim, not like a big girl's, but she actually had a bit of
a figure.  Her hips flared out perfectly, into two plump perfect little
thighs.  I tried not to stare...  but damn...  that fat little mons...  I
felt something stirring down below, to my dismay.  How could I see this and
not get a little pumped up?  I hoped she understood.

   Her mons was the most fantastic thing I've seen, in this world or the
first.  Her slit ran up the middle of it, and I could see a little clit
about the size of the tip of my pinkie peeking out.  I was dying to see her
butt, and I knew it would happen eventually.

   "Well?" she said, looking pointedly at me.  I sighed and pulled my
t-shirt over my head.

   "Are you sure, baby?" I said, and she grinned and nodded.  I think she
was enjoying my discomfort.  I wondered if she knew the effect she was
having on me.  She would know pretty quick, here in a moment.

   I kicked my shoes off.  I had to stand, to get my jeans off.  I pulled
them down, kicked them to the ground and stepped out of them.  And yes, I
wear underwear, in heaven.  I know it's not necessary, but...  like I've
said a dozen times, old habits die hard.  My undies looked like a circus
tent, and I was pleased, once again, to notice that my tent pole was normal
size today.  I didn't yet anticipate using it, but I was glad...  the
monster frightened even me, at times.

   Juliette giggled, and stared at my protrusion unashamedly.  She reached
forward but I grabbed her hands before she could pull my underwear down.

   "Hey!" she said.  "That's not fair!  You did mine!"

   I sighed and released her hands.  She giggled some more, and slid my
shorts down, having to pull them outwards to get them past my hard cock. 
She stopped when it flopped free, she just stopped and stared.

   "Hey...  wake up!" I said, and she looked up and me and grinned.  She
slid my shorts on down my legs, I stepped out of them, and sat back down in
the grass.

   She sat cross-legged before me, and it was all I could do to look her in
the face.  I knew her pussy would be stretched apart, and I wanted to look
bad, but I was polite.  Plus...  there's not a lot of anticipation, in
heaven where you immediately get everything you want.  That alone was
getting me off.

   "Dutch..." she giggled.

   "What?" I said.

   "Is that..." she pointed at my penis.  "Is that...  'cos of me?"

   I laughed.  Actually, I wasn't embarrassed by it.  I didn't mind if she
saw it...  but like I said, I still hadn't caught on yet as to what was
starting up with her.

   "Yeah..." I finally said.  "You did that.  Your sexy little butt did
that."

   She laughed.  "You ain't seen my butt yet...  I ain't turned around."
She was right, I hadn't seen it unclothed.  But it was sexy, covered or
uncovered.

   "I know, just teasin'," I said.  I opened my arms, and to my
satisfaction, she crawled into them.  Her naked warm smooth skin felt
sexier than anything in my life or afterlife had so far.  I just hugged
her, loving the soft feel of her body on my skin.  Her legs and rump
rubbing on my cock was beyond sexy.  We talked, and I hugged her.  An hour
later she was stretched out on the ground before me, her head and shoulders
in my lap.  Her hair cascaded over my still-hard cock and felt sexier than
hell.  I couldn't take my eyes off her, I drank her in, I sucked her image
in through my eyeballs.  Her little nipples looked so cool...  I was dying
for a taste of them.  I wondered if it would be today...  I wondered what
the point of this nudity was, if anything.

   "What did you to the other day..." she said, "when the angel came. 
Conquisita.  What did you guys do, after I left?"

   "Well," I said, unsure of what she really wanted to hear.  "Well, we
laid on the couch a while and talked, and then we made love.  Then we laid
on the couch and talked some more."

   "What did you think about, when you did it?" she asked.

   "When we made love?" I asked.

   "Yeah."

   "Uhm..." that was hard one.  I thought back.  What do you think of when
you make love?  My thoughts are usually pretty disjointed during those
times.  The only thing that rose to mind about that particular time was...
her, actually.  "Juli...  don't take this wrong...  and I don't want to
seem disrespectful to Connie...  but that time, that time I actually
thought about you."

   She giggled, and nodded her head.  I wondered if she'd known I would say
that.

   "I don't take it wrong," she said.  "I know you like me...  like that.
It's okay.  And I don't think it's disrespectful to Connie.  I know you
still love her."

   "Good," I said.  "Baby...  it's hard to explain...  you don't think like
you do regularly, when you're making love.  You'll see, someday."

   "Yeah," she said, looking thoughtful.  "Someday."



   --==+==-

   We dressed, at last, and walked back into town.  Well, we'd been in a
park in the middle of town...  we found our way back to our building.  We
stopped and ate at the little outdoor deli where I'd first met her.  She
was a pleasure, funny and sharp...  I was amazed every day, at how I loved
her more and more.  It seemed, like eternity, to have no end.  We floated
up the shaft, and stood before my door.  There are no locks or keys in
heaven.  I opened the door.

   "Carry me in," she said, and seemed strangely serious.  I bent down and
lifted her easily, and carried her in the room.

   "Couch please," she said, and I laid her on the couch.  She lay for a
moment, and then sat up.  She slid her dress over her heard, and let it
fall to the floor.  She kicked her panties down her legs.

   "Dutch," she said.  "Get undressed."



   --==+==-

   We lay side by side on the couch.  I hugged her hot naked body to mine.
Her skin felt fabulous rubbing against mine.  She giggled and settled into
me.  I ran my hand down her side, stopping at her hips.  She giggled and I
took that as a positive sign.  Slowly, over a period of a few minutes I
moved my hands to her sweet ass.  At last I was holding it, cupping it in
my fingers.  It was perfect, hand-sized, soft and pliant.  When she tensed
I could feel her muscles moving beneath her skin.

   "Baby..." I said, "I love you.  I love you, I love you, I love you." I
wished there was more to say that just that simple phrase.  She gigged and
sighed and crushed herself against me.  To my dismay, my door opened.  No
knock, no questioning voice, I just heard it open.  I tried to raise up
over the couch and see who it was.

   "It's okay!" said Juliette.  She hugged me and prevented me from rising.
A moment later Conquisita came around the corner of the couch.

   "Dutch..." said Juli.  "She's here because I wanted her.  Don't worry."

   I wasn't worried, but I wondered what was going on.

   Conquisita didn't say a word.  She opened her robe and stepped out of
it. Her beauty was, as usual, eye-searing.  She sat beside us on the couch,
relaxed, her legs half-spread.

   Juliette crawled out from behind me, and crawled over Conquisita's body.
She lay facing upwards on the angel, her head between two angelic breasts,
her bottom inbetween Conquisita's spread thighs.  She spread her legs
widely, putting them over Connie's larger legs.  At last I began to
understand.

   "Dutch..." Juli said softly.  I turned and sat beside them on the couch.
I stared into her eyes.  Conquisita laughed softly, her arms crossed over
Juliette's chest, holding her.  "Dutch...  make love to me..."

   I'd been hard from the moment she'd crawled onto the couch beside me.  I
looked down at the little girl and just about lost it.  This was it,
then... this was the moment.  Few moments in heaven have frozen in my
memory like that one.  A hundred trillion years from now, I told myself,
I'll remember this.

   I lay on top of her, supporting myself with my feet and hands.  I tried
to not to squish her, but she grabbed me around my waist and pulled me
against her.  My cock was squeezed against her mons, and that alone felt
sexier than anything on planet Earth ever had.  I had a fleeting memory of
Penny and the beautific smile upon her face when I pushed into her body.  I
knew that was just moments away, with Juliette.

   Juli giggled, and I felt her hand beneath me, touching my cock.

   "Oh baby..." I whispered.  "Let me have a taste of you first... 
please..."

   "I guess..." she said, looking puzzled.  I felt a wave of love for her,
for her sexual inexperience.  I wanted badly to make this something special
for her.

   I slid down her body, stopping to take a nipple in my mouth.  It was
every bit as perfect as I thought it would be, soft and hard, with a
delicate taste that I knew was her body...  her taste.  I sucked, and felt
it get harder, as blood flooded it.  It was incredible.  Nipples are the
coolest.  I played and sucked and licked, feeling her squirm beneath me.  I
scraped it with my teeth and she giggled and wiggled.  I hoped it felt as
good for her as it did for me.

   At last...  the anticipation was incredible.  I slid down, spending a
little time on her belly button, and at last I surveyed her beautiful pussy
from inches away.  It was a little pink slice of heaven.  I spread her lips
with my fingers and her little clit stood out proudly.  I touched it with
my tongue, almost cumming from the taste.  The girl tasted fabulous.  I've
tasted my share of pussy in my time, but this one...  maybe just because it
was her...  this one topped them all.  Sweet, tangy, salty, sweaty...  a
million other adjectives...  it just blew me away.  I smashed my tongue
against her body, squeezing her clit against her, and felt her shiver in my
arms.

   "Oh..." she said softly.  "That feels...  that feels really good."

   I laughed, and licked.  Time stood still at last, to my satisfaction.  I
felt her stir and occasionally quiver, above me.  I wanted her to cum,
before we went any further.  I wanted to show her what it was like.

   At last I could tell she was feeling it.  Her whole body tensed, her
legs straightened out, and her stomach tightened.  Her arms curled back and
her hands made fists in the air.  I looked up at her as well as I was able,
and saw her eyes had rolled back in her head, staring at the ceiling. 
Staring, but not seeing.  I caught a glimpse of Conquisita's face, and she
smiled at me and made a kissy face.  I laughed softly at her, and buried my
face in Juliette's pussy again.

   I could tell she had a good orgasm...  she moaned and hiccuped, and
squirmed like a little worm.  It was sexier and cuter than hell, and I
loved it.  At last she lay limply on top of Conquisita, panting, and looked
down at me.

   I rose slightly, kissed her pussy, and moved myself back up on top of
her.  We kissed for a long moment, and I wondered what she thought of her
taste on my lips.  I'd ask her, later.  We pulled apart, and I put my head
up a little further until Conquisita figured out what I intended.  I kissed
her then, a nice long slow kiss.

   At last the time just seemed right.  I felt Juli's little hand on my
cock, and I raised my hips up so she could guide it.  I felt her soft
little cunt lips on the head of my cock.  I had used baby oil with Penny,
she'd been so tight...  and this girl was quite a bit younger than her...
but we were in heaven.  I felt like it would work out just fine.

   "Baby, are you ready?" I said.  She nodded, still smiling.  Conquisita
leaned down, and whispered in her ear.  Juliette nodded.

   "Dutch," said Connie.  I stopped pressing and looked at her.

   Conquisita reached above her head, and closed her fingers around her
halo.  She literally plucked it out of mid-air, and held it out in front of
her.  Juli took it carefully.

   "Dutch..." said Conquisita.  "Let her...  let her put it over herself.
Make love to her through it.  It's an...  I don't know how to explain it
really, but it's an amplifier.  It will make it...  more special for her.
Her, and you."

   That was a little weird...  but I trusted Connie...  I nodded, and I
hoped she was right, I hoped it would make the incredible even more
incredible, for Juli especially.  I raised my hips again, and something
warm touch me as Juli moved it beneath me.  She laid it on her mound,
centered over her vagina, and I lay back down on top of her.

   Once again, with Juli's guidance, my cock touched her lips.  I slowly
pressed inside her body, feeling her incredible tightness squeeze the head
of my cock.  At last the head of my cock was inside her.  She sighed and
squirmed a little and I stopped.  She nodded her head to my un-asked
question, and I continued.

   My cock felt three feet long as I pushed into her, but I knew it wasn't.
The feeling was fabulous...  I knew back on Earth I would have already came
long ago.  The sensations were intense, and Conquisita was right...  it did
feel more powerful or something...  I was glad she was here, and I'd have
to remember to thank her later.  And ask her why we hadn't tried that halo
thing before now.

   I felt Juli's hips against mine.  I ground into her a little, and felt
her quiver and giggle beneath me.  The feeling of covering her little body
with mine as wonderful.  I wrapped my hands around her hips, squeezing her
little ass with my fingers, feeling the warmth of Conquisita on the backs
of my hands.

   "Baby..." I whispered.  "Are you okay?"

   "Yeah..." she whispered back, ruining the seriousness of the moment by
giggling once again.  "Yeah, I'm great.  Keep going."

   There wasn't much to do except pull out of her, and push in again.  I
went slow...  I had to go slow, she was so tight...  I could feel a
slippery slickness inside her, though, and I knew heaven was helping us
out.

   We just fucked for a while, softly and gently.  I caught Conquisita's
eye every now and then, and nodded to her.  She leaned down, and we kissed.
My head was above Juli's, since I was so much taller than her, but I still
managed to kiss her, too.  Her little mouth was sweet with mine around it,
and the feel of her tiny tongue drove me insane.

   Suddenly she arched her back and locked her legs.  Her eyes squeezed
shut, her lips flared and I could see her teeth as she clenched her jaws
tightly.  Cords of muscle stood out on her neck as she arched her head
backwards, grinding it inbetween Conquisita's breasts.  She gasped and gave
a long moan as she came...  and came and came.  I have no idea how long she
went on...  mine began, somewhere in the middle of it, and my orgasm seemed
to last forever, also.  I'm not going to say it hurt, because this is
heaven...  but definitely would have, in the real world.  At last I came
back from never-never-land, and collapsed on top of the little girl.  She
was panting like a dog in heat, and we giggled at each other.

   "Was is good, baby?" I said, and she nodded.

   "Yeah..." she said.  "It was good.  You?"

   "Hell yeah!" I said and we laughed some more.

   I pulled my flaccid cock from Juliette's body, and used my underwear to
wipe her down.  She was content to just to lay there and let Conquisita
hold her.  They whispered to each other and giggled, and I was happy just
to sit on the couch beside them, recovering.  I picked Conquisita's halo up
from the floor, and held it above her head, releasing it.  It slid off the
top of her head and fell onto the couch, and she giggled.

   "Dutch..." Conquisita said.  "You didn't get it lined up."

   I tried it five or six more times, until I realized she was just fucking
with me.  She and Juli giggled at me and finally she took if from my
fingers.  She held it in place for a moment, and it stayed perfectly.

   I leaned sideways, and hugged the two of them.  We lay there for a long
time, just holding each other.

   "Thank you!" I whispered in Conquisita's ear.  "Thanks for being there
for her."

   "It was my pleasure..." she said softly, smiling.

   "Hey," said Juliette.  "You guys gotta do it now.  I wanna watch!"

   I laughed.  Even in heaven, I needed a little recovery time after a fuck
of that magnitude.  It had been at least a seventeen, on a scale of one to
ten.  My balls still ached.  I kissed Juliette, and met Conquisita's
questioning gaze.

   "Just give me a few minutes, darling," I said.  "Then I'll do my best."



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