“What time is it?”“Ohhhh, I imagine about seven-thirty or so. It’s late. Everybody was tired last night.”Seven-thirty! Misty rarely got up b...fore nine unless there was a recording session to go to. Yet she felt more vibrantly alive than she had in a long time.“I’ve got ham, with biscuits and gravy,” offered Mirriam.“That would be fabulous!” said Misty, suddenly ravenous.That was another thing. She was rarely “ravenous”. She ate because it kept her body fueled. But on this trip she craved food.. ..that wasn't so bad," John said as he brushed his teeth a few minutes later. He decided to sleep in shorts, just in case he had to wake up for any reason and was soon fast asleep himself. He woke up to the wind howling outside. It was going to be a stormy night. He got up and checked all the windows and looked in on the k**s. Everything was as it should be and he was soon fast asleep again. He woke up a little while later. There was someone else in his bed snuggled against him and snoring. All this was a dream to me. She kissed me and bit my shoulder and lip. I kept asking for her to fuck me hard, harder. I moaned that I was her little bitch, that I was a little pussy. She then put me in all fours and in one thrust she drove all of her manhood into me. I yelled "yes! yes!" while she pulled my hair back with one hand making my back arch like hell. She placed her mouth in my ear and told me "you wanted me to fuck you hard eh? You wanted to be a little bitch asshole?" All as she. From the look on her faceshe saw he was far from it."I'll get over it, Aunt Emily," he assured her with a tight smile. "Aswith all the other times I've traveled with Alex, things are wonderfullyFUBAR- I've come to accept that." We both know that isn't so, Jim," Emily said in her professional voice."You have taken a giant leap in developing your gift and you haveabsolutely no reference point or understanding of what to do." Oh, I understand, doc! I understand that I'm one seriously screwed.