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Sue's 19th: Good Grief ALL [mf]
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Good Grief
by Sue
It was appropriately gloomy weather on the afternoon when my good friend
Beth was buried. Her death at the hands of a drunk driver was a tragedy
that all of her many friends felt very deeply. Of course, her husband and
two young children were devastated by the loss. I had known Beth since our
high school days together as cheerleaders, and we saw each other almost
every day in the intervening years, often at the health club, where we
shared long talks over coffee after our workouts, talking about the
traumas and joys of our lives. I thought I knew everything about her, and
every one of her friends. Was I ever wrong!
The funeral service was held outdoors, next to the grave site. More than a
hundred people attended, all bundled up against the insistent Autumn
chill. I knew everyone there, most with tears filling their eyes. Half-way
through the service, I noticed someone else who I didn't recognize, on the
far side of the circle of Beth's friends. He was leaning against the
gnarled trunk of a huge sugar maple, ablaze with golden foliage, and he
was dressed more casually than most of the mourners. Although he was
physically part of the group, I knew instinctively that he was clearly
separate and mysterious. My curiosity was piqued; who was this one person
who I didn't know, who felt strongly enough to attend Beth's funeral?
I needed to know. So when the final words were spoken, I avoided
conversation with the friends standing near me. Instead I circled around
the outside of the group toward the tree where he had been standing. He
was already gone. Glancing around, I saw him sitting on a stone wall a
couple hundred feet away, staring off into space. He was deep in thought,
and perhaps I should have left him in peace. But I so wanted to know how
he was connected to Beth, about whom I thought I knew everything. I
screwed up my courage and walked over the leaf-strewn grass, silently
sitting near him on the wall. Minutes passed without a word, as we
watched everyone else walk away from the grave. Even when the last car had
sped off down the dirt road, our quiet meditation continued, until finally
he turned his head toward mine, and said "I probably shouldn't have come
here today, but I just couldn't stay away. Beth had a powerful and
exciting influence on my life, and in my way, I loved her very much."
What on earth was he talking about? According to him, Beth and he had been
close. But he was unknown to her community of friends. So I just had to
ask bluntly "Just who are you, anyway. I'm sure that I've never seen you
with Beth, or around town."
"I've never actually met Beth, at least not in person. But she and I knew
everything about each other, since we talked to each other over computer
networks. We were sort of like penpals, or e-pals, I guess you might say."
He saw the bewildered look on my face, and continued "I would explain all
this to you, but what she and I had was very special, and very intimate.
And it was absolutely secret. So I'm not sure that I should go on. I would
hate for her family to be hurt."
I asked "How do you know that I'm not a family member?" To which he
answered "Well I'm pretty sure that I know who you are. You're Sue, aren't
you? Beth described you in great detail, and no one else at the service
looked like you do. If it weren't for what she told me about you and the
deep friendship that you shared, I wouldn't have even said this much. But
she said that you were the most open-minded and open-hearted person she
knew, so I'm taking the chance with you. I know that you are familiar with
America Online and how it can be used to get into sexual fantasies. She
told me that you are the 'SueNH' that writes all those stories for the
Internet."
How the hell did Beth know that? I haven't told anyone, not even my
closest friends. It turns out that she had discovered the stories, and had
recognized my physical description, the neighborhood, and my personality.
I had dropped enough hints for Beth to figure it out. I was somewhat
horrified to have been discovered, but also tantalized by the
possibilities.
While I sat there with my jaw hanging open, he continued "Beth really
appreciated the companionship that you offered her, and both of us found
your stories to be an incredible turn-on. We talked endlessly about the
wild and erotic images you write about."
Well, compliments like that will always get my attention -- as will the
face and body and voice that this mystery man possessed. And the mystery
itself may have been the part that was the most intriguing to me. So I
promised to keep what he told me to myself, and to not be judgmental or
shocked by anything that I learned. With that assurance, he decided to
trust me, and then he told me their story, which went something like this:
His name is Dale. He too was married. Beth and he met in a general chat
room on America Online, where they discussed parenthood and marriage and
eventually the boredom and stagnation of their lives. Given the anonymity
of the Internet (I learned that Beth used the alias "OpeningUp" as her
screen name, which said a lot about where she was coming from when she met
people online), the two of them started sharing more and more intimate
feelings. Early on, Dale suggested that they move to a "private room,"
where he thought that they wouldn't have the distraction of all the other
people chatting in the public room. He new that the private room system
existed, but he hadn't actually used one. Beth immediately asked him if
he was trying to "cyber-seduce" her (I like that expression), and when he
denied it, she told him that she was disappointed!
Dale discovered that she had been a regular participant in these rooms,
and she looked forward to the safe, anonymous, and wild fantasies that
could be played out with her online partners. I had promised Dale that I
wouldn't be shocked, but it was hard to maintain my composure to hear that
sweet little Beth, member of the PTA and the church ladies auxiliary, was
actually a wanton vamp of the computer networks. Over the years, she and I
had shared so many conversations. I thought she was telling me EVERYTHING,
as I was baring my soul to her. Of course, I hadn't told her the one
important thing, about my alter-ego as a regular contributor to
alt.sex.stories. So it shouldn't have come as such a surprise to find out
about Beth's secret life. But it did.
Now my curiosity was getting really revved up. And my interest in this
handsome man with the syrupy voice was overwhelming any sense of restraint
that I should have been aware of. Dale was reluctant to get too graphic in
his description of what the two of them talked about in the private room.
After all, we were talking about someone who had died only a few days ago,
who had just been buried within sight of where we sat. Yet it was
precisely for those reasons that we found ourselves able to talk so
freely, stranger to stranger, connected by our mutual friend for whom we
both were grieving.
Anyway, it turned out that Dale and Beth had ended up having a regular
rendezvous every Tuesday morning at 10 o'clock. That explained why she had
started coming to the health club only four mornings a week. For an hour
each session, they would start with some flirting, then they would
verbally undress each other, followed by some torrid sex that transcended
the apparent limits of their keyboards. Both Beth and Dale had
occasionally experienced orgasms without touching themselves, just from
the extreme arousal of the typed conversation. Each time, they would
imagine themselves in a different place, sometimes playing roles as if
they were in another time or another city.
They always reserved a few minutes at the end of their session to have a
discussion that wasn't about the cyber-seduction. Sort of like the
proverbial post-orgasmic smoke-a-cigarette talk. They laid bare the tender
wounds of their lives, revealing their vulnerabilities and dreams.
Dale lived in Arizona, so it was both impractical and unwise to meet in
person. Despite their exciting fantasies and their unfulfilled "real
lives," neither really wanted to take the risk of hurting their families,
or endangering the reputations that they had staked out in their
communities. But eventually, their exhilarating and elicit online affair
was like a drug that need a bigger fix. They made plans to meet, in the
flesh.
Dale had arrived yesterday, checking into a motel in a neighboring town.
He only found out this morning about Beth's accident. He knew it was
inappropriate to show up at the funeral, but he couldn't stay away. He
needed to see her put to rest, and he found it strangely reassuring to
see her surrounded by her close friends and families. Of course, he was
disappointed at this sudden reversal of fortune. but he was instantly
resigned to the reality. His greatest regret was that Beth and he had not
gotten to share the single night of physical passion that they had
planned. One night was all that they had allowed themselves, and then they
had promised to return to their real lives, never to meet again, online or
in person! But they couldn't live the rest of their lives without tasting
the forbidden fruit just this once.
Now that phrase "the rest of our lives" had a tragic poignancy as it
related to Beth. But for Dale, he had reached for the apple and it had
been pulled from his grasping hands. His sadness about Beth's death was
mixed with the frustration for his own tough luck.
As Dale told me this history of the two of them, I found myself stirred by
the romance, and titillated by the erotic overtones. I was drawn to Dale
not only by sympathy, but also by a rising sexual charge. When he
mentioned his frustration at the end of the story, I instantly made a
decision. I could be the stand-in for Beth for the one night. His long
anticipated union with his cyber-lover could in some fashion be fulfilled,
and I could see that this required no sacrifice on my part, for my
attraction to Dale was instantaneous, going back to that first moment when
I had spotted him during the funeral. By "becoming" Beth for a few hours,
I could perhaps be giving her a final tribute. If her angel was watching
over us, she could enjoy our sexual encounter in some mystical and
vicarious way.
I didn't explain all this to Dale. I simply stood up in front of him
between his knees, pulled his head to my breasts, and ran my fingers
through his long curly hair. "Dale, I want you to do something for me, and
for yourself. I want your to let go of reality for a few hours. Tonight I
will be your Beth. Right this minute, I am Beth. I want you to forget
about my death, to forget about Sue. I want you to celebrate our love, to
make love to me with all the passion that you have kept imprisoned for so
long. I want to see your body. I want to wrap my hands around your cock. I
want you to kiss me all over. And I want you to fuck me like there is no
tomorrow."
Dale started sobbing softly, and the tenderness of the moment brought
tears to my eyes as well. His arms were wrapped tightly around my waist.
After dwelling in the grief for a few more minutes, I took the initiative,
and reached behind me to take his hands. I pulled them down so that they
rested on my ass cheeks. Dale was still hesitant, so I pressed his fingers
into my flesh. Eventually, he let go of his self-restraint, and he began
massaging my ass, gently at first, then more insistently. I glanced around
quickly to make sure that there was no one left in the cemetery. Then I
gripped the waist of my simple black sheath and began to bunch up the
material, pulling the hem up from my knees. I'm not sure that Dale even
knew what I was doing, with his face buried between my breasts. With a
final yank, I pulled the material out from under his hands. The cool
autumn air was in sharp contrast to the fingertips burning into my skin.
Dale was fully in to the illusion of me being Beth. His crying had
stopped, and the fabric of my dress was damp from his tears, I now felt
his hot breath wafting against my nipples making them harder. One of them
was trying to poke out his eye. My hands were now resting on his
shoulders, and I kneaded the tightness from his neck muscles, slipping my
fingers under the collar of his turtleneck. His hands had migrated around
and under my ass cheeks, so that he was pushing his finger tips up into my
cunt, pressing the thin fabric of my pantyhose into the moisture that had
seeped out of my vagina. I normally don't wear this type of underwear when
I am expecting any kind of sexual encounter, but I had no idea that this
would be in the cards today. But I had dispensed with panties, since the
hose provided the warmth and modesty that I required for this solemn
occasion. Now that stretchy nylon material was providing almost no
barrier to the exploring fingers that slid along my puffy labia, flicking
over the hooded nub of my clitoris. I hadn't realized how completely
aroused I had become, but now I could feel the moisture soaking into the
nylon, and the coolness from the air sent shivers up my spine. Or were the
shudders caused by the stimulation of the prodding fingers? I gasped with
the intensity of it all.
But the seasonal chill was just too much. To say nothing of my fear of
being spotted by a passerby. After all, my courage to be sexual on the
Internet is quite different from what I feel is possible in my home town.
So I pulled away from Dale and let my dress fall back to my knees. I drew
his hands up my torso, bumping over my sensitive breasts, and up to my
mouth. My lips wrapped themselves around a couple of his fingers, and I
tasted my own pungent juices. Stepping backwards a step, I let the grasp
of my lips pull him to a standing position. "Let's go to your motel. I'll
follow your car" I said, and the sultry tone in my voice surprised me. We
walked hand-in-hand out to the dirt road, and kissed passionately one time
before getting into our cars. He was driving a ford Taurus, probably a
rental. I was in my sporty little Miata, with the top up for the weather.
When we got into town, we had to stop at the only traffic light. I used
the brief pause to remove me black pumps and shimmy out of my pantyhose. I
tried to be inconspicuous about my movements, since this was the busiest
part of our little town. Turning up the car's heater, I let it blow up
between my knees, which I separated as much as I could within the tight
confines of the driver's seat. The hem rode up high on my thighs. I could
immediately smell the unique fragrance that emanated from my oozing cunt.
As I tailed Dale's car for the 15 minutes it took to get to his motel, I
let my fingers tease myself ever-so-lightly, alternating from swirling
around my gumdrop nipples, and occasionally dropping down to slide through
the lubricated lips of my naked cunt. I had to restrain myself form
touching myself too aggressively, for the temptation was very strong.
Finally, just as the sun was setting in the West, we arrived at the High
Hills Motor Lodge. Even before I had pulled to a stop, Dale had hopped out
of his car and was unlocking the door to his room. I stepped up to him and
past, through into his tidy little room. When he reached for the light
switch, I stopped his hand. Trying to reinforce the illusion, I said
"Remember, I am Beth. You know who I am. You know what I look like from
what I told you in the chat room. Let the light from the window be your
guide. Let your hands lead you." I was using a monotone voice that I hoped
would be hypnotic. "Remember all the wild scenes we have had together.
tonight I want you to make it the best time of all. I want you to tell me
how you like it. I am yours for the night. I am Beth. I am yours. Make
love to me."
He was hooked completely. Even in the dim light I could see that his eyes
were kind of glazed over, and he was breathing rapidly and deeply. I let
my hands drop down to his crotch, where I gave his cock a gentle squeeze.
He was rock-hard, and so very big. He leaned back against the door, and
asked me to take it out. His voice was almost a whisper, desperate and
urgent. I wasn't there to be a tease, so I leaned forwards to kiss him
while I unbuckled his belt and unzipped his fly. Dropping to my knees on
the thick carpet, I pulled off his loafers, and they quickly remove his
trousers. His erection made a huge tent in his white boxers. I snaked a
hand up into each of the loose pant legs and with my fingers straight, I
enclosed the hard column of flesh in a prayerful grasp. My finger tips
just reached the head of his cock, which was trapped under the elastic
waistband. I let my fingernails graze lightly over the sensitive skin.
"Please take it all the way out" he implored. I bent his cock shaft away
form his stomach, stretching the waistband outward. I bit down onto the
corrugated material, and pulled the his shorts down onto his thighs with
my head. My forehead rubbed down his cock, leaving a smear of precome on
my skin. I released his cock from my hands and used them to pull his
boxers the rest of the way down his legs. He was already unbuttoning his
overshirt and pulling his turtleneck up over his head
"What do you want me to do now?" I asked innocently.
"You know."
"Tell me. I'll do anything you ask. But you must tell me what you want."
"Please, kiss my cock! Suck on it the way you talked about on the
computer. I've been waiting so long for this moment. I've kept myself from
masturbating or making love with my wife for two weeks. I need you to suck
on my cock now. Please Beth, do it now!"
His use of Beth's name sounded so genuine. I was sure that he was
completely absorbed by the trance. And I too was having trouble keeping
track of my own identity. I felt like I really was Beth. I felt like I had
known Dale for all these months, and that I had been anticipating this
moment of forbidden physical pleasure. Despite the fact that I had
masturbated only that morning as I dressed for the funeral, I felt the
delicious sense that I get when it has been a long time between orgasm,
when I know that my time is coming. This was no time to flirt. Dales
erection was pointing almost straight up, and was twitching
uncontrollably. I leaned forwards and kissed his balls, then slipped my
tongue out from between my lips and lapped up the entire length of his
solid column of hot flesh. Just as I reached the protruding rim of his
glans, my tongue collided with a falling droplet of his oily precome. I
drew it into my mouth, savoring the musky flavor and smell. My hands came
up and wrapped around the base of his cock, and then milked upwards. The
clear, sticky liquid poured out of his pisshole. I don't think that I have
ever encountered so much of the stuff, and I used it to smear all over the
throbbing length of his cock. I swallowed the head of his cock into my
mouth -- I had to rise up off my haunches to reach it. Swirling my tongue
around the helmet-shaped head, and sucking in with my cheeks, I began to
pump the exposed shaft with one hand. My other hand cupped his balls and
prodded gently into the sensitive sacks. His hands twisted in my long
hair, but thankfully, he didn't try to force my head into his crotch. I
was fortunate that he was a naturally gentle soul.
"Oh god, I'm going to come already. Please don't stop, Beth. This feels
like heaven." I had only been sucking on his cock for a few seconds, but
it only took that long to provoke his orgasm. I took more of his cock into
my mouth, and the jets of semen started splattering onto the roof of my
mouth. I swallowed as fast as I could, enjoying the indescribable taste. I
squeezed his balls in time with his contraction. All the while, the
strength in his knees gave way, and his back slid down the surface of the
door. I had to sidle backwards and bend down more so that I could keep my
lips clamped around his writhing cock. My ears were filled with the
hoarse grunts of his incredible orgasm. Minutes passed as he came down
from the heights. I continued to nibble lightly on his cock, vacuuming up
the final oozing droplets of cream.
Finally, Dale got his breath back, and he stood up, then pulled me to my
feet. "Your turn" was all he said, as he turned so that I faced away from
him. He pulled my arms up over my head, and then nudged with his toe at my
insoles, spreading my feet wide apart. Reaching around my sides, his hands
started fluttering around on the front of my body, following a seemingly
random pattern. He brushed his fingertips over my face, up my arms, over
my heaving breasts, flicking over my nipples, over my ribs, onto my tight
tummy, into my navel.... I'm very ticklish, and I had to bite my lip to
keep from breaking out in girlish giggles. But I was also enjoying Dale's
touch, light as it was. He was hardly making contact at all, and my black
dress also buffered his caresses. Yet that was all it took to make me
quiver with erotic thrills.
When Dale reached down to take hold of the hem of my dress, his steamy
breath penetrated the fabric on my back, reminding me of the intimate
feeling of his breath on my breasts only an hour ago. He peeled the sheath
up over my hips and upper body, and then over my arms,which were still
reaching for the ceiling. That dress was the single piece of clothing that
I was wearing, so now I was completely naked, illuminated by the orange
glimmers of the sunset through the window. Dale remarked "what happened to
your underwear?" To which I answered that I never wore a bra, and that I
had removed my pantyhose while I was in my Miata. "Beth, you are as brazen
in person as you ever were online. I love that about you. You know what
you want, and with me, you are going to get just that."
He scooped me up in his arms and carried me to the bed. His strength and
masculinity enclosed my slender body. Before setting me down, he reached
down with one hand and stripped the blanket off the bed. Then he lay me
onto the taut white sheet, face-down, and he sat on my rear. His strong
hands began massaging my neck and shoulders. All the light touches from
before were transformed into vigorous kneading. He worked his way down my
back, and then he pushed himself backwards so that he could sit between
my knees. Ass he massaged my spongy ass cheeks, I knew that he could see
the shadowy wet folds of my cunt, and the star-like opening of my
asshole. His thumbs crept closer and closer to these targets, but just
when I though he would work his way into my cunt, he shifted his attention
to my thighs, and down all the way to one foot. He sucked my toes into his
mouth one at a time, stopping only long enough to say ""This is what
you've been begging to have done for months, isn't it, Beth? I love giving
you this treatment." Then he rubbed my other leg, repeating his toe
sucking on that foot. It did feel good, and he was very enthusiastic
about it. Being Beth meant getting in to her particular little fetishes.
Maybe having my toes sucked is something I needed to add to my regular
repertoire.
"That's wonderful, Dale," I said, "but now I want more."
"Like what" he responded. Right away, I could see that he was going to
play the same game on me that I had played with him. He wanted me to say
what I wanted. "Bring your hands back up to my ass" I said. But when he
only went back to massaging my cheeks, I implored him to touch my cunt.
"Like this, Beth?" he asked. But all he was doing was grazing over my
sparse cunt hair with the finger tips of one hand, while the other
continued kneading my butt.
"Dale, I'm too excited to talk. You know that I like you've touched me
with your silent voice over the phone wires. So now I want you to make
love to my body the way we have talked about so much. You know what I
want. Do it now. Don't tease me. Please." With that, I hunched my rear up
into the air, and spread my knees further, so that I was totally open and
accessible to him.
Instantly, his fingers pressed more insistently into my cunt flesh. His
long middle finger slipped easily between my slick labia, and the fingers
to either side scissored in around the engorged lips. His hand prodded
back and forth plowing my furrows, thumping against the hard peg of my
clitoris. then I felt the thumb of his other hand slip into my gaping
vagina. He pressed that thumb down toward the palm of the hand that
stroked my clitoris, so that the knobs of his knuckles brushed over my G
spot. Slowly at first, then gradually accelerating, he danced over and
inside of my totally receptive cunt. Instinctively, he knew exactly where
to probe, how hard and fast I needed it. Even as I started to reach my
climax, he stopped his motion, maintaining a passive pressure until I too
backed off from the peak. Then he began the gradual climb back up the
mountain of pleasure.
Four times he brought me almost to the crest, and four times he denied me
that summit. I never feared that he would be so cruel as to leave me
frustrated. I understood that he was playing me like a guitar, strumming
chords on my G spot as he plucked at my rubbery clitoris. I was captivated
by the music. As I ascended the mountain for the fifth time, Dale allowed
me to surge over the final barrier, and I reached my climax with hurricane
force. I could feel the pulsing waves smashing up from my crotch and
spreading through my body and into my head. My breathing was harsh and
rapid, like the winds of the storm. Time stood still as my body shuddered
and writhed on the snaky fingers provoking my convulsing cunt.
I had no time to recuperate before Dale moved up behind me and placed the
fat head of his cock at the dripping entrance of my vagina. Gripping my
hips with his hands, he drove his cock all the way into me with one sudden
thrust. I was totally open and was able to accommodate his huge prong of
meat with only a shrill hiss that came not from any discomfort, but only
from the visceral pleasure of being stuffed full of a lover's cock. His
wiry pubic hair pressed into my ass cheeks, and he remained motionless.
"Beth, your cunt fits my cock so perfectly. I can feel your inner muscles
churning and clutching. I've dreamed of this moment for so long. It feels
so incredible." For emphasis, I did my best to clamp down on his cock, and
then I started to rock back and forth. At first I only moved an inch or
so, and his hips remained glued to mine. But eventually, he allowed his
cock to withdraw and then disappear, again and again. He let go of my hips
and reached around with both hands to envelop my breasts. His fingers
softly pinching and rolling my plump nipples. I clutched at the sheet and
tried to dig my toes in, so that I could gain the leverage needed to drive
my cunt into his groin. I needed him to fuck me hard, and it just wasn't
enough.
"Lie back, Dale, and let me do the work. That's what I want now." And I
pushed back extra hard with my ass, encouraging him to flop backwards onto
the bed. His cock was pulled from my cunt with a slurping sound, and then
flopped hard onto his stomach. Settling back onto my haunches, I reached
between my sweaty thighs and took hold of his slippery cock, aiming it
straight upwards. Lifting myself up, I reinserted the glans between my
drooping lips Then I dropped my butt down onto his hips, impaling myself
completely. Immediately, I began pistoning up and down at a furious pace.
My head swung around, flailing my long blond hair into a golden cloud. My
breasts swam around crazily. One of my hands found its way behind me to a
spot beside Dales chest, and I leaned backwards and to the side. He could
again reach my breasts, and he tried to tame their wild dance. My other
hand fell down to his balls, bouncing around under my pounding cunt, and I
took up the gentle squeezing that had been so stimulating for him earlier.
My wrist rubbed against the splayed lips of my cunt, sweeping over my
tender clitoris.
He could remain passive no longer, and he started meeting my downward
thrusts with vigorous upwards hip-tilts. I felt like I was riding a
bucking bronco, or was it a fucking bronco. Both of us were sweating
profusely, and the fingers clutching his balls were bathed in the
commingled juices from his cock and my cock. Earthy smells and animal
grunts filled the air. We had both achieved an earlier orgasm, so we had
the time to enjoy our uncurbed lust. At one point, I thought I might have
to stop from exhaustion, but I got my second wind and was able to continue
and even quicken my pace. It wasn't long after that I could feel my second
climax begin to spread it's tendrils of elation though my veins.
"I'm going to come now, Dale. Come with me. Pour your seed deep into my
body. Don't wait. Aaahhhhhh."
And he didn't wait. His hips exploded off the mattress several times in
rapid-fire succession, and then he pumped upwards one last time, becoming
frozen with his ass a foot from the bed. I sat up straight, abandoning my
pistoning. Instead, I ground done hard, milking with my cunt muscles and
rubbing my finger tips into the sensitive spot between his balls and his
asshole. my wrist pressed hard into my clitoris. Within my seething
vagina, I could feel the blasts of semen erupting volcanically like hot
lava, splashing up against my cervix. My own orgasm was short and
electrifying. It was a dizzying rapture that was so intense that it almost
became painful, and I forced myself to push off of Dale's stiff body,
falling onto the bed at his side. In the faint light, I saw his shiny cock
still pointing toward the ceiling, shooting one last fountain of silvery
come into the air, landing on his chest as he allowed his hips to sink
back down to the bed.
The intensity of my exertion and my lust left me drained and spent. I
could only close my eyes and fall immediately into a deep sleep. Fluids
percolated from my ravished cunt, and the sticky secretions dried in my
pubic hair.
That night, I had the most real-feeling dreams.... of being surrounded by
radiant white angels, and of Beth looking down on me with an impish smile.
She said to me "OK, Sue, so of course I'm jealous... but I still want to
thank you for taking my place tonight. You've given a great gift to Dale.
You're a sweetheart. I'll put in a good word for you up here."
To which I could only reply "No need to thank me. By having the chance to
"be" you for a few hours, I've already gotten to visit heaven. So thank
you, Beth. You've been a dear friend. I'll hold you and your secrets in my
heart forever."
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