Actually, someone might have seen this. I sat there for a minute with a literal blush on my face.I picked her up sharp 6. Then it became a routine –...dropping her and picking up, having a lot of smooches and kisses, fucking like rabbits at night.We started to steal some kisses or hugs anywhere and whenever we got a chance. Even when our parents were at home, we never missed an opportunity. (The thrill in doing these will increase the pleasure).You know how rumors work right? Shit happens. Most. Now I am here to tell you that you will need God's help to tear it down." You don't believe in God," said Ricky."I didn't believe in Hell either, but it is very real, son," said the ghost. "Trust me. I need to go, before they find me. You go find God." I will, Dad," replied Ricky. "I guess I will see you in the hereafter?" I hope to God that you don't!" the ghost exclaimed, and was gone. Ricky looked down to see ashes in the shower being washed down the drain."Well, God, it's me, your worst. ." He grew introspective for a moment, and then his eyes caught mine. "I am so sorry, Patti." It's not your fault either, Father Ed," I said. "You couldn't have known."Father Ed moved aside to let Sister Elizabeth Ann forward. I saw the rosary beads as they slipped unconsciously through her fingers, the familiarity giving her comfort. This was something she was unprepared for, totally outside her experience or expectations, and it had severely jarred her world. She was at a loss for words."It's. A bulky middle-aged man in a dark suit was sitting on the padded table. His nose had obviously been flattened and broken numerous times over the years."Close the door," said the man brusquely. "This is private."Westphal's smile faded, but he closed the door. "Let me see what we have here," he said, approaching the man. "Hmmm. Significant cartilage buildup and reshaping due to previous trauma ... about a twenty-degree deviation from the main axis ... Yes, I'm not surprised you're looking to have.