I said: ‘I am very aware of sharing a number of past lives with the Wells family and with Connie. In fact I would like to share the story of a past ...ife.’ I proceeded to tell the story of Suzanne and Pierre. Zena and Rebecca were both near tears. Then I said: ‘They found each other this lifetime. Suzanne is now Connie and I was Pierre. We made love and it was really making love not just having sex.’ I told about how I felt like a virgin again and the about the sacred fire. Zena said: ‘That is. Tears drip down my face, and I scream around the gag. The wordless sound echo’s back to me, surprisingly loud in the darkness. I always thought gags kept people quiet. That’s what they show in the movies. I can’t speak, but my grunts and screams, while distorted, are loud. I scream over and over.Over time my screams turn into quiet tears, and eventually, they stop. I hear nothing. I see nothing. I can’t move.Time passes.The lonely darkness surrounds me. I don’t feel a blindfold, but I can’t see. I thought that it would have been a pretty sight for them to see an half naked girl running towards them screaming and shouting. I went and stood near them panting. As I was trying to catch my breath, their eyes were reading me from head to toe. Their eyes wandered around my naked small and well shaped breasts moving up and down with my breathing, my exposed navel and my well shaped legs. Their eyes lingered around my pubic region. I thought that if looks could do stuff, then their looks would. I didn't take the lifeguard aspect seriously, most guys and gals wore professional looking red bathing suits while I wore these cheap red trunks I've had for ages. It had been years since we ever had an incident at the pool so I hadn't a care in the world, though when I'm on the job I look as intense as possible on the lifeguard stand while secretly checking out the babes under my oakleys.It was nearing 5pm when my boss, Monica, came running up to me as I was locking the gate to the pool..