They stared at each other, their eyes locked in a loving gaze, their hands held back-to-front, both pushing forward to deepen God’s pleasure. Humanity strives to be great because everyone is desperately trying to squeeze every ounce of life from their existence. xnx I hit my grunge years pretty hard, God sighed, I was looking for an identity, and needed someone to bounce my new feelings off of. I leaned back against Jesus’ chest, my arms straightened to steer the wheel, my back beginning to arch slightly. I give you free will, because choice means nothing without it. “I can give you the gift of Sight,” God smiled sadly as her fingers traced past my tail bone and tickled my rim next to Jesus’ invading digits, “and you’ll see everything as I see it. C’mon Rachel; you’re nothing but an innocent little catholic girl, I thought,
