Compelled now, by not just the man but what he was up to, and aware that he knew I was there but chose to ignore me, I abandoned stealth for speed, an... moved with renewed purpose in his direction.Before I could fully close the gap between us, he stood - the sight of his muscles working to move his body enchanted me and I slowed again - and when he turned - though it took me a moment to trace the path from navel to neck to face - I realised he was you.You held a small bouquet of shady. "Nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!!!!" I screamed in terror. The blackness was beginning to overtake me. This time, I welcomed it.Only He Existed Now! ONLY HIM... ONLY BRUCE... ONLY... "BRUCE STEEL"--The first time I saw her name,(Angel girl), I was intrigued by her. It has been just a little over a year that I first saw it in a online chat room. I was very active in these rooms. I would use names like Dr. Death, The Rapist, Ted Bundy, etc. I really enjoyed scareing women. I loved threatening. “OH! SHIT! YES!” Emily cried happily, her quavering voice echoing throughout the empty bathroom. Furiously, she finger-fucked herself with one finger, then another, then a third, cramming them into her slick cunt as hard as she could. Her hand moved quickly between her legs, sliding in and out of her wet slit as hard and as fast as she could.It didn’t take long for Emily to find the sweet release she’d been craving all morning. She’d been thinking so many deliciously dirty thoughts all morning. He forgot it when he saw her boat approach the dock, the dock-boy running to help her. He forgot that he had composed a story, he forgot that he had ever been concerned with cover stories at all. He stood up and walked to the dock. ‘Hi,’ he said. ‘Hello,’ she answered. That morning, she’d dreamed that he’d say hello to her. In the dream, he was the same age but she had somehow been much younger. He’d talked to her about gardens, and for some reason the conversation had made her heart burst.