Images of my dad's hands inside my panties are driving me insane. Well, more insane."Here's your things princess."This is it. I have to make a move. H...'s about to get out of the room again. I can imagine his need to get out. His feeling of wrongness about all this.I open the cabin door about half, sticking my head out again."Thanks. Put them on the hamper and give me a towel," I demand, pointing toward the cupboard holding the towels.When I got my arm out to point, I made sure that one of my. I took the wife out for a quiet drink down at our local pub and sitting in the snug, give her her due, she had made an effort, she always scrubbed up well. So there we were sitting Inthe snug, just the two of us chatting away about how pub's weren't the same anymore, we could both remember the days when on a Saturday night you could hardly move, the juke box blaring out the latest chart hits and the bar would be filled with smoke, what we called the good old days.It was then that Tony walked. So too were the zombies and Ghouls. The ants, spiders and centipedes were boring and annoying. There was no danger and little excitement for me. Maybe if I went into deeper levels, some enjoyment could be had, but that’s not what Heather wanted from me in those with my unique ability. In and out for the unexplored Violets and that was it.On the way home on the Green Line, I received a call from Heather, “good news, bad news or the other good news?”“Dealers choice.”“I traded your Green Portal,”. Eventually, I gave up. As the storm still raged outside, and I was filled with anxious energy, I decided to continue on a ways and explore further. Perhaps the key to understanding lay within. As long as the passage didn’t divert, I was in no danger our losing my way, I reasoned. And so, guided by the faint glowing of the lichen and moss, I continued a ways, my fingers trailing along the berry vines, using them to assure I had a connection to the outside, my steps always careful, especially as.