I pulled into my parking space a little before six, having run into traffic just north of Los Angeles. I grabbed my bag and was headed towards my fron... door when I saw Sandy coming out of her place. She saw me and then waved and started heading towards me. I said hello to her and asked her if she wanted to come in and have a Coke or something. She followed me in and I took my bag upstairs before coming down and getting the two of us some drinks. We were sitting on the couch and I was telling. " What?" Look down."I did.The gun in my hand was not a gun at all, but instead a light, fluffyfeather duster. Ornate, frilly, and completely ridiculous. A thing utterlyharmless. Not even all that great for cleaning, much less harming someone.I must have stared at it in disbelief for nearly ten seconds before Irealized it was not the only thing changed, not even remotely. My mind hadsimply refused to recognize what else it was seeing.Impossible!I couldn't believe it, refused to accept it, but. She had not escaped one highly domineering man to only replace him with another. She knew her father loved her, but she wasn’t at all happy with the way that he tried to control her every move. ‘I would love to met your young man, Rachel.’ Smerelda said as she closed her eyes and leaned back against the seat. ‘I hate to bring this up Bambinaia but Dad called right after you this morning. Are you sure if everything is all right?’ Rachel asked as she pulled out of the parking lot. ‘Don’t you. I envision Kaleb stripping off his clothes to join me in the shower. My mind fills in the blanks of the body I’ve never seen. . . toned arms, a hardened six-pack, the notorious V trailing from his stomach, the happy trail of light brown hair. . . I can feel myself grow wet at the thought, making it even easier to slip one of my fingers inside. I gasp. God, it’s been way too long. My mind wanders back to Kaleb as my fingers slowly pump in and out. His lips crush down on mine, his hands run.