RoryWe had another gig with the group from the church near the end of January. Then the first weekend in February we visited my mum and Phil as Rebecc... had planned. They were pleased to see us even though we let them know that we were applying to Saint Andrews for our university education and would not be studying at Lancaster. Phil gave us a tour of Lancaster's facilities just the same. While it was tempting to think we could go there and perhaps keep up our interests in our home town, and at. She told her that if she and Daddy went to another place to let us know if she could. Alice said that she needed to go as she thought she could hear Mark moving around downstairs. Rachel tried to sound upbeat as she said goodnight, but the policeman said they had got a fix from where Alice had called. He said that they were in a little cottage overlooking Whitesands Bay, two miles from St David’s in Pembrokeshire. I knew this area well having spent many summers there as a child, St David’s is. Lana was forty something and the wife of one of the game keepers. She was fit, very fit. Tanned, toned and tit’s that everyone reckoned were false, but Leon knew better, because Leon had fucked this lady on many occasion and she was one hundred percent natural. Slim, curvy, long slender legs and an ass that even girls would comment on. She used to be a gymnast in her youth and her interest in her body never really subsided. She was always very careful about what she put in her body, except. Nothing moved. In fact, I couldn't feel my hand at all. I couldn't feel anything. No arms, no legs, no nothing. I had no sensation of my body whatsoever.After realizing that fact I noticed that I couldn't tell which way was down either.I started to panic.... Well, not really. For some reason I couldn't muster up the energy to panic, or to be scared or, well, anything really.What the hell was going on here? If I'm dreaming then it's a pretty shitty dream. Am I dead? Is this limbo or something?.