Yourdaddy is very sorry if he made you slip and fall." Daddy? This must beanother dream. No wonder I can't move my body - it's not my body, atleast...not my current body! So the voice was her mother. Never beforehad she wished she could make something happen that she knew shecouldn't. With all her heart and soul all she wanted to do was to wakeup and tell her mommy that she loved her, but that she could not takeKendra away. She must know that this is what would make her happy. Shelonged. ?What’s this for?? she asked with a gleam in her eye. She knows that I have a devious mind and like to play games at times.?Oh, I thought we’d spend the morning together, dear.? I replied. ?I figured that I could help out and take the kid to school and while I was gone I’d get you all primed and ready for me. Now, take off your clothes and lay down on the bed.?She did as instructed and soon was completely naked on the bed. I moved up to the headboard and took her right arm in mine. Kissing. The man drunkenly yelled, ‘Now who do you t’ink you are, eh? Gettin’ old Marun ‘ere to brush me off? You bette’ buy me a drink before I decide to cutchu open.’ Even the mice stopped moving as the air thickened with murderous intent. The stranger slowly turned on the drunkard, and steely gaze met with watery eyes – daring him to follow through. Quicker than thought was the glint of steel flashing through the air, and the stranger casually leaned away from each wild slash, not even trying to. Mike and Serge were exceptions, as they were most of their lives. They were both successful in their careers, had money, but hung out at the pond whenever they got the urge.On this day at one o'clock a brand new sports car appeared. Two guys in their mid-twenties, Serge and Mike, were sitting in it. They were very cool, but rough guys.Serge was over 6" tall, with short cut hair and a cut abs. A tribal tattoo of black curved lines encircled his right forearm. He liked clubbing, which he could.