I wasn't planning on being outside for long so I pulled on a pair ofjeans under my nightie and grabbed my cardigan as a coverup. I skippedshoes comple...ely and slipped out of the house trying not to wake anyone.Crossing the street, I realized I was very glad she was there. I surprised her when I opened the passenger door and slid in next toher. "Bec, what are you doing out here?" I asked. She started to saysomething a few times but her mind couldn't find the words. I satquietly for a minute and. I had been having thisdream, which I kept secret, which is one of romance tempered hot with asilvery moon as a boy held me close and kissed me. In my dreams I couldfeel his hands as they stroked my bottom while his tongue sank deep intomy mouth. In my dreams I had become a girl, and I didn't mind at all.Right after dinner on Friday night I went to my room and changed clothes,from a dress to a skirt and top, fixed my makeup and brushed out my hair,touched up my lipstick and added some perfume.. She lay awake like this most nights, playing with the shadows that would slowly climb up her wall, dancing against the light as the hours wore on and the gentle moonlight and humid heat slipped through the open doors of the balcony with the sound of a lonely car somewhere far away, somewhere she longed to be too, she thought.Groaning in defeat and clenching her fist against the sheet, she spun up out the bed in an almost agitated way, her eyes fixated on the skyline outside as she walked over. My flat was a good two-mile walk home that incorporates a big climb to the top of a massive hill, normally a daunting prospect for anyone not used to it. On my usual way back, I was used to going through a short cut through a nature reserve on the end of a dead-end road that I could cut through to save five minutes on going on the quickest route on the roads.Leandro probably thought it had been a long way already as we got to the half-way point, where a big climb signalled the start of my.