You could not take your eyes from her and you feel lost in her eyes. She rests her hands on your cheeks. "I love you" you blurt out and she kisses you...without hesitation.You wake up from your dream, sweaty and certainly aroused. "Woah...that was weird" you say to yourself. You take your time as you once again pleasure yourself thinking about her.Over the course of the next few weeks you don't realise weird things happening, however the dream continues each night. Well, some version of the dream. ‘No, stay here.’ His eyes, so warm and loving were cold and hard now. ‘Someone did that, and they may be in the house. I’m going to get the shotgun. Stay here.’ My heart was in my throat and I felt frozen where I stood. I had to do something. I couldn’t just stand here and let Keven go get himself killed. Forcing my feet, I started out the door and into the upstairs hall. It was so open, how could anyone expect to sneak up on us? As if on cue, the lights went out, plunging the house into. The young teacher found it hard to concentrate on the conversation, her thoughts wandering much of the time, usually to wonder when they were going to eat. Her face felt quite hot now and when she looked in the mirror over the fireplace she saw that her cheeks were flushed. Her eyes looked a little wonky too, and it occurred to her that she was more than slightly drunk. She couldn't remember being drunk in her entire life before except she had been tipsy one New Year's Eve.The blonde. Bobbie told me that he surprised her and she asked him where he got the idea at. He told her what my brother had said and she said she laughed and invited him in to sit on the couch because he was too drunk to be driving anywhere. She said that since he had showed up at around seven in the evening and she had several more things to do around the house that he could watch her clean and talk while she does it. She said he seemed a bit disappointed but agreed. She said that it wasn’t until she.