In it's place were instead hundreds of aisles lined with more knick-nacks like before only multiplied by hundreds. James suddenly felt very out of his...depth."Where am I?" James asked, dreading the reply."I really wish you'd at least try to remember. Alas, you never do." The man said, beginning to walk in the opposite direction of where the door used to be, apparently deeper into the stacks. He made a gesture with his hand as if expecting James to follow, and despite his better judgement, he. I was telling myself to forget it, when, in the supermarket the next day, there you were, and my breath was gone again.”Ah, yes, the supermarket, that was where she’d become aware of those blue eyes. She couldn’t know how long he’d been watching her, but she did recall that moment when their eyes met, and she’d experienced a strange tremor deep down inside her. Of course, she had ignored it, hadn’t she? Yet it had happened again later.His voice came to her again, gentle, and sounded, very. She seemed totally happy in her own little world, friendly, but never intrusive. A perfect neighbour!Early one morning, while still dark, I arrived back from one of my naked strolls, descended the stairs, and stood in my automatically flood-lit doorway, as I fumbled in my hand-held shorts for the key to open our front door. I thought I heard faint footsteps behind me, and so turned, somewhat apprehensively, to see Dagmar, only two or three paces from me, smiling broadly. She too, was bathed in. We catch the eye of two women dancing together nearby; a blonde who is taller, and a redhead. The blonde is slender but her body language says she is the more powerful of the two. The redhead has breasts clearly featured by the tight fire engine red top she’s wearing. They are breasts that would draw either attention or envy or both and evoke unrestrained pleasure. The buttons on her blouse are straining slightly. No one need ask if she is wearing a bra. These breasts would fill my hands. They.