The imagery it conjured was not unlike a scene from one of my dreams. With no knowledge of this man at the other end of the phone, I was lost in the p...wer of his anonymity. What would it feel like to be this girl when she returned into his welcoming arms? To be whisked back to his place, thrown on the bed and fucked as if the week apart had been a year. To give herself fully to him. To feel his weight bearing down on her and be able to do nothing but revel in the fabulous sensation of. Also was having trouble fighting feelings that his student...oh god...his student had put into his mind. He walks upstairs to the bed room and sees Bella bent over in yoga shorts, sorting something out. Her tight little butt was pressing against the fabric of the shorts.God....he needed to realease it all and now! He walks up and grabs her tight butt from outside her shorts " ooooohhh someone feeling frisky today?" She looks back giggling a little. He doesn't even respond, just stands her. He waited a moment to see if they would come back on; when they didn’t, he turned on his headlights. In front of his car was a vision in a sheer white dress. She stood with her back to him, her feet about shoulder width apart and her hands at her side. Her light brown hair cascaded down her back as she looked skyward; the edges of her hair catching just enough light to be almost like a halo. A thin fog began to cascade off the workbench and spill across the floor. When the opening. Dedrick said. "I really really appreciate this. Oh my! It's late, and I have to get to the airport. I don't even have time to bring Natalie's things over! I was going to just drop him by his Grandmother's, but...." Don't worry, Mrs. Dedrick," Mrs. Grahame said. "I'm sure Natalie can wear the same clothes until tomorrow. If not, I'm sure we can find something for him." Thank you very much," Natalie's mother replied. "You don't know how much I appreciate this. My return flight isn't until Sunday.