Before She could miss the heat of Thora’s body against hers, Sigurd stepped back in to replace it.The next few dances passed in a whirlwind blur for...Clara. Her pulse raced, and she felt as if she were having trouble breathing, and she hoped it would never end. Sigurd and Thora had been her best friends, back before she’d been taken to the Temple for training, and it was wonderful to see them again! And they were amazing, Sigurd was so handsome now and Thora was gorgeous and they were kissing. At the time, cut off shorts were in style, and that is all I was wearing, plus shoes and socks, after I took my shirt off. I sensed the sweat running down my bare smooth chest and looked down and enjoyed watching my lightly suntanned chest glimmer with sweat as I watched the sweat beads run down my chest, dripping off my nipples, and running down my tight belly and wetting the tops of my cut offs.I rode the rest of the trail, and then back to my home, looking down from time to time to see the. ‘Can’t you tell?’ I grinned, pulling her closer again. ‘You’ll give me good dreams.’ ‘Wet dreams, I hope.’ ‘Naughty boy. Don’t let any Brooklyn girls grab you.’ ‘All for you my sweet.’ I swooned as the train clanked downtown. Frigid New Yorkers flipped through the early edition of the ‘Times’ and avoided eye contact. A stinky bum snored and sputtered in the corner. I didn’t notice — I was looking backward to Sandi’s apartment. I could feel the curve of her body against my sweater, her perfume,. Obviously I felt we should go to the boys' parents and the police, but I felt that had to wait, since my wife was out of town (again!). God, there were times I hated her job, whatever it was! This had happened at least two weeks before, so another day or two wasn't going to matter.A bigger problem was how to go to the police and how to talk to Cindi about it without using the tape. She was traumatized enough - I really didn't want her to know that her rape had been videotaped and god knows who.