I offer no resistance, what would be the point? I am falling. I am always about to fall in my dreams.Adjustments are made to the chair. My legs parted...and raised. my hands secured. Leaning back now.Zoe is stroking my forehead"OK so far, Suzy?"My answer has no meaning beyond the conventions of social conditioning."Yes thank you." Says the polite young woman who in reality very far from OK both in her own body and in her frantic mind.A plane is flying overhead, it seems very loud. Maybe we are. I came into the dining room to see Eggs, Sausage, and Coffee waiting for us and we ate breakfast, I being impressed, since he couldnt cook boxed macaroni and cheese before he left for college. We talked a little, asking how we both slept and things, and talking about what the plans were for the day. You might want to dress up a lot warmer, he told me, were going to be going ice fishing. Ice fishing? I asked, more because the idea surprised me than anything. I loved fishing in the summer months,. And it was probably unfortunate that the remote control, vibrating, princess that had been nestling happily between my fleshy, well-rounded, tushy cheeks chose that moment to suddenly spring back into life and start buzzing like a super large bee trapped in an anal passageway. So I was a bit distracted and maybe not paying much attention to Miss Crossface as she went on and on and on about uniforms and propriety and rules and sluts and regulations and teen-whores with their titties and. At this point, he was in love with her, absolutely 110% in love, and he knew it. That night was the homecoming dance and he was the front runner for Homecoming King, which was no surprise; he was 6'4", 175 pounds, light brown skin, light brown eyes, and very muscular. He was the captain of his high school basketball team, so girls definitely wanted him, but he was so transfixed by his sister that he didn't bother getting a prom date. None of them would ever be able to compare to his.