"They heard you... masturbating." I thought about her saying that to me, over and over. "Masturbating ... masturbating ... masturbating. They heard yo...!"Why that made me so hot, I have no idea. But I had to shove my face into my pillow ... hard, when I came, so I wouldn't be heard again by my son, who was in his own room, 2 doors away. I was on my stomach by then, humping my fingers and moaning into the pillow. It was fucking awesome.A couple of days later I got a totally unexpected text. When we got in the vehicle she leaned over and planted a big kiss on me, "God, I wanted to do that for so long" she whispered. But when i went to kiss her she pulled her head away. Fuck, was I confused. We drove around for a while listening to music but not saying a word.We pulled back into the parking lot and got out, once again she grabbed my hand and swung it back and forth like nothing had happened in the vehicle.We didn't have a class together the rest of the day, which sucked. But then. Between shadows, in the dark recesses of my body, I present human images bestrewn by love, torn by emotion, in a wasteland of dreams.”With that, Morpheus, the deliverer of dreams, disappears.Chapter 2The battle endures, enveloping twilight in carnage.Spears puncture flesh, parting bones like cocks parting hymens. Blood flows. Heads roll. Hearts scream in agony. The phalanx presses forward. Banners gambol on the horizon. Sunset, with searing heat, mirrors the gore of the battlefield. Carnage has. Each knew the other certainly had NO negative sex-appeal. In fact, Freya had found herself increasingly wondering about black men in general, and Greg (she was now using his shortened name) in particular. For his part, Greg was enjoying the natural urges of any red-blooded male when confronted with such a striking woman. He’d watched her bum as she walked towards the door, and later at the bistro when she had gone to the ladies’ room. He wanted more, much more. He’d also spotted her.