I was given a list of women, the one I chose looked a lot like the first girl I ever had crush on.Her name was Fifi, and she was a petite Asian woman ...n her mid twenties. She wouldn't have stood out to most people in a crowd, she wasn't busty, didn't have fantastic legs. She was really rather plain but she reminded me of a girl named Crystal. I hadn't seen her since I was fifteen but she was the one that stuck with me. We never met face to face, the only thing she knew was that I was coming for. Melissa sighed again. Her thighs fell even wider apart. Oh that ‘Paradise’... what a set-up it was! How lovely to know that Rosalie was on board the vessel at that very moment! Oh God... that gipsy-bitch... how she deserved to suffer! Once she had been one of Quentin’s servants, in charge of Melissa. Now it was her turn to know unrelieved agony of mind and body. Perhaps, thought Melissa, at that very moment she was feeling Miss Judith’s tawse across her bottom. Maybe she was sweating and. Tara couldn’t stand it any longer. Shereached up to her tube top and pulled it down, baringher soft teen breasts. Tom now felt those soft hot mounds against his chest,and the hard pebbles that tipped them. Tara moaned ashis chest scraped across her nipples. Tom felt arelease of precum that soaked the waistline of hisshorts. Tara realized the blanket on Tom’s back hadslipped to his waist and pulled it back up just as thelights came back up on them.Now they kissed hotly as they were. This was the moment that I realized I could control my dreams, and that I was in fact being pulled into one as I lingered between states of awareness. I was seeing through my younger-self's eyes, reliving one of many encounters with Ruth that had almost turned physical decades earlier. Yet I retained my perspective and knowledge of what as to come in my future, which meant that I was effectively time traveling and doing it inside of my own younger-self's body.I looked down at myself. I was thin.