So I played along. “What exactly could we do in this tiny space?” “Plenty,” he confirmed, his hand still resting on one leg at the base of my ...kirt, just three or four inches below my centre that had well and truly woken up, stirring at the lewd thoughts flashing through my mind. I wiggled against him suggestively, parted my thighs ever so slightly and liked the reaction. He fondled the hem of my skirt. “Just having your legs like this is driving me crazy.” “I noticed.” He grasped the hem. ..So, we decided to ‘go for a walk’... and took my camera. When we got over to the field alongside her house, Fiona led me to a small copse beyond some trees and promptly whipped her top off to reveal her gorgeous, and bra-less, boobs. She stood in a few provocative poses and when I thought we had enough to get one good photo we went back. Later that evening, in her bedroom we wrote out an advert, filled in the form in the back of the mag, put everything in an envelope and when I went home, I. Holy shit, I said to myself as I slammed on the brakes.I left the damn car running in the street. Dashing into the building, I ran up the stairs hollering; "Fire, Fire, everybody out." I kicked in the door at the top of the stairs. In the bed room, there was a guy who was drunk as a skunk. I picked him up in a firemen's carry and started back towards the door. At that moment, the ceiling caught fire. I went to my knees and dragged that sucker out of there. By the time we were down to the main. But it's still my choice and mine alone to make. I look one last time toward the other side of the emptiness for any signs of a third choice, but there is none. The edge on which my husband and friends once stood has receded from sight; the sounds of their voices now nothing more than distant echoes.This might be all a dream except for the fact I fear any awakening before it's complete will leave me lost in the limbo it has conjured. I grab hold of the ladder and slowly begin my ascent. Or is.