Heather lay on me as her heart slowed and her breathing calmed. Her eyes were closed and there was a faint smile on her lips as if she was dreaming th... perfect dream. Simply lying there holding her was a joy which brought forth feelings that I had never really felt before. I glanced down at her face and could feel the warm waft of her breath on my skin. Thoughts and questions that needed answers were beginning to surface. Now what? Where do I go from here? Where do we go now?Heather stirred in. I pressed my lips to her forehead again not wanting to stir things up to quickly, we still had lots of time and for now dinner seemed in order as my tummy growled hungrily. She felt its rumble and laughed saying, “your belly is wanting food, now,” and stepped back away from the chef d’jour. I turned back and finished seasoning the meat as she gathered silverware for the table. Getting out the Foreman Grill I plugged it in and turned it on the medium high setting that would deliver perfectly. I like Mexican food too," she said."Good. But before we go to dinner, I want to talk to you about something," Peter said taking her over to the sofa to sit down."Umm... what is it, Peter?" she asked a little uncertainly."I invited you to come stay with me so I could observe you and hopefully observe one of your episodes. But I also need to know what triggers them and how you come out of them. I need to see the before and the after as well as the event itself, understand? So I want you to think. One of my strong, dirty hands was down her blouse feeling her breasts through her bra. The other was under her, attempting to unzip her shorts. Jessica summoned all of her strength and twisted to one side, throwing me off of her. As fast as she could, she scooted down the mattress and got her feet on the floor. As I tried to right myself, she jumped up and leapt at the door.Suddenly, she found herself moving backwards instead of forwards as the buttons down her front popped and flew. I had a.