"Meg! I...are you..." Paul stammered.

She rushed into his arms, "Shh, later, later."

She kissed him hungrily and he melted into her. She felt right, she smelled right, she tasted right. It was his wife, Meghan, but it couldn't be. Meghan died at 78 years old, wheelchair bound, 12 years ago. This wasn't a septuagenarian in his arms nor was she crippled. Her firm, supple flesh gave that the lie, but his body told him it was her. They stumbled over to the bed, entwined and she pushed him back, climbing on top of him.

"Oh God," she moaned, lowering herself onto his cock. "Oh I love this cock. This is the best cock."

In spite of what the logical side of his brain told him, the animal side insisted this was Meg. His own newly youthful body assisted in silencing logic and focusing on the animal sensations as she rode him.

"Oh fuck me," she moaned and he happily thrust up into her grinding.

She moaned loudly as she shuddered and that put him over the edge as he spewed into her.

"Jesus!" he swore, feeling his cock pulse. It went on far longer than he remembered. Eventually she collapsed next to him and they both broke out in giggles.

They lay next to each other, touching, holding hands, afraid to let the other go, basking.

"We're dead, right?" Paul asked.

"Yes, we're dead, and I think I may have just died again," Meg giggled.

"Well if this is heaven, the nuns got it very wrong, not that I'm complaining," Paul quipped.

Meg laughed. "No, this is far from heaven, but it's not hell either, at least not now that you're here."

"So what's the deal?"

"In a minute. How are the kids?" she asked urgently.

Paul filled her in on the children and the grandchildren. Thankfully, all the new was good and she ate it up, crying bittersweet tears.

"Now what the hell is this?" Paul asked.

"Afterlife," she replied.

"Yeah I get it, it's some kind of afterlife, sure but what?"

"No, Afterlife. Capital A. It's a computer program," she corrected. "A virtual world."

Paul pinched her nipple and she yelped, "Feels pretty real to me."

"That's because you're in it. Me too. For us it's real. This is our reality."

"How...?" Paul began.

"The memory book," she supplied.

"Oh," Paul blinked.

When Meg lay dying he had been offered a service. They would scan her memory and make a sensory recording of her, so that he could interact with a virtual Meg. It was engrossing at first, but its limitations soon became evident. It reacted like a bad AI on an audio call, using predictive indicators to respond. He stopped using it after just a few months.

"But this is nothing like the MemoryBook app," Paul said. "This is so real. You're so real."

"I am real, and so are you. And I'm not. Reality gets a little blurry here," she explained. "There's a reason MemoryBook is relatively cheap. They keep a copy of who the scan. Sometimes all they get is the MemoryBook version. Basically a dressed up AI. Sometimes they get more. I got 'lucky,'" she said with a bitter tinge.

"But why didn't I get this?" Paul asked.

"Because you couldn't afford it. Very few can. Remember they used to talk about the 1%? We're talking about the .01%. People with private islands money."

"So what am I doing here?" Paul asked.

Meg leaned in. "Enough talking," she whispered, smiling. Reaching down she took him in her hand. He stiffened immediately. "More fucking. It's been a very long time."

"It's been a long time since I could come back this quickly too," Paul grinned.

"This reality does have it's perks," she agreed with an impish smile.

They kissed and the kisses turned urgent quickly. He brought her to orgasm with his fingers, she climaxed strongly and then again.

"Oh fuck me, fuck me hard," she begged.

He rolled her over and mounted her, pushing her legs up over her head, the way she used to love, and speared her. He thrust hard and fast and she grunted each time he bottomed out inside of her, their flesh slapping wetly. He had much more staying power this time and she came and came again whilst he rode her hard. She felt his cock swell in her tight hole as he tensed. He groaned loudly as he spurt into her and she came yet again, matching him. He collapsed on top of her and she stroked his hair, murmuring in his ear.

"Oh bravo, bravo!" a cultured voice said from across the room. "You're magnificent when you're fucking someone you want to. I would never have realized what I was missing out on had I not seen it myself. I'm quite jealous but that performance alone justified my costs in bringing him here."