His hand floated in space, cataleptic. Quickly, but without seeming to rush, she brought her free hand before his eyes and made a downsweeping motion...with her fingertip, just as she said, ‘Sleep!’ Her voice was not loud, but carried an intonation of insistent command. Alex’s head dropped, and his eyes closed. Alex never remembered that first hour of his first deep trance. Jan kept him under a comforting cloud of hypnotic amnesia during that time. She started with conventional deepening. Luckily, he was ready and didn't drop me. I'm also lucky I didn't tear my skirt to shreds when I threw my legs around him. God he's a big man. Flashes of that pillar, and of oak trees crashed through my mind as I reveled in his scent.I mumbled something about how happy I was to see him, carefully using Jonathon, instead of what I wanted to say. As much as I hoped for, I wasn't ready to abandon our fiction no matter how thin in case he didn't feel the same way. He corrected me immediately, and I. I am in real life a truck driver and have over the years had a few..adventures???The scenario is prety straight forward, its late in the evening, your on a garage forecourt, the garage closed some hours ago, you've got a flat tyre, your wife is, to say the least, less than impressed with your attempts to change the wheel, its dark, getting colder, she is pissed off with you , and you aint got a clue what to do next... I climb down from my truck (an over night sleeper cab) which is parked. And all blah blah it went on for a while. Suddenly I messaged her, ‘i want to have sex with u” I don’t know how I said that but I never got a reply from her. I texted few messages apologizing still no reply. I told her the message was meant for somebody else for which I got a reply who the hell is that girl when I’m here for you. I was socked called her immediately. I asked her if she really meant it. She; I too have that feeling but how can in do with you we are just friends and she loves me..