Babcock," she said, imitating a Western drawl. She stared at him over the scene of green rolling hills.He slapped her ass and started walking again.Sh... had to run to keep up. She was a hot steaming mess when they got back to the ranch buildings. Although he had touched her and spoken to her familiarly, he had not made any move to try and take her while they were out in the lonely woods.She was hot and perspiring from the heat and from the constant touching. But she didn't know what this forward. I was definitely ready to live out this experience. I got to room 325 and the door was slightly open. A do not disturb card was slid into the key slot. I could faintly make out the moans behind the door, and that sent a rush of adrenaline through me. As soon as I walked into the room I could see nothing. It was complete and utter darkness. As I started to undress, I could hear the very audible slurping sounds and moans from on the bed. Walking slowly near the beds, I could barely see, but I. I'd never told Vic he couldn't go to poker night. Nor had he, as far as I had known, stopped going. What had he been doing on Thursday nights?That's why I was sitting in my car, looking across the street at a house I'd never seen before. I'd followed my husband there, and watched him ring the bell. A woman had answered the door and he'd followed her inside, and then I'd spent the last half hour crying in my car. Vic was cheating on me.I stared at the mostly dark house and my imagination filled. A quick glance at the hands I held in front of my face confirmed I was much older than four years old. I hauled ass to the bathroom and examined my face closely in the mirror. An almost eighteen-year-old Sean Taggart looked back at me and I breathed a sigh of relief.My recall of what had happened during my dream was very detailed and the reason I had panicked and run for the bathroom mirror was that I had remained with Charles and Grandma for two years! It seemed that no time had passed here in.