Shadows were plentiful and the far walls were hidden within them. An odor struck him that he could not easily place, for all it seemed somehow familia.... It was musky and cloying. It teased at his nostrils, and he shivered as cold fingers walked up his spine even though the vast chamber was too warm. A large bed stood in the center of the room and the walls, once filled with arcane books and philosophies, now held lascivious works which made even the man posing as Arlade blush.Soft sounds. But both of them had fantasies, and both of them hoped, one day, to try it.On last December 5, they spent their last night in his apartment, before going to visit Martin's family. Jill was a little nervous. All the usual fears, what if his family didn't like her? She really loved Martin.And Martin told her a thousand times that this would be impossible. They would love her. Even so, she only accepted to go with one condition: they would spend the whole month there, they would return only in. Maxie was right, I was going to have to actually deal with this. Or I could keep having twisted dreams for the rest of my life. It was an easy choice."Look get some sleep Jes. I'll see you in the morning."I dreamt of bricks. The wall between my room and Maxie's room was made of bricks. I scratched at the mortar between two bricks, granules of beige sand covering my bed. The brick came away, another loosened; I scrabbled at the fragile mortar, not caring when bricks fell on my toes. I could see. ” I looked up at him with a devilish grin, and in three seconds, he was naked on his hands, leaning over and kissing me hard.He grabbed the oil bottle one more time, pouring the rest of the oil all over us, and he pushed me back onto the grass; we made out like we did when we were teenagers. Our tongues raced into each other’s mouths, then licking, sucking, biting ears, necks, and nipples (ok, so maybe not like we were teenagers). Our hands explored our bodies as if we had never met before,.