The woman removed her blonde wig and sat on Steven’s lap. Her red hair was cropped short, and she had soft green eyes that looked through the slits ...f her half-mask. She made no attempt to push her generous-sized breasts back into the costume. Instead she sat with her legs apart and the short skirt hiked up to her waist. “I’m Linda,” she said, removing a glass from the drink tray. “I’m horny and ready for anything.” She downed the drink in one swallowed, sitting the empty glass on the table,. " I cried out and it sounded so loud in my quiet apartment. I was almost there...so so fucking close. When my phone began to ring I sighed in defeat and for a second I wanted to ignore it. 'What if it I Deacon?' "Shit." I gasped before I turned the end and the buzzing stopped. I scrambled to sit up and snatched my phone up. It was him and my stomach did a sick little flip. "Hello?" I answered after I tapped the green button and brought it up to my ear. "Sutton? Are you okay?" Deacon asked me. Did Lisa think of that?Seeing no one in the hallway and realizing she had little choice at this point, Tonya timidly stepped out and let the door slide closed behind her. When it clicked shut, Tonya cringed at the sound which seemed to herald her imminent doom.Taking a deep breath and covering herself as best she could, Tonya began moving down the hall, feeling like she was moving through quicksand instead of across thin, worn hotel carpeting. The doors which lined the walls on either side. The rape she dreamed about, with the nurse, that wasn't confirmed, and besides, "incidents" happen all the time. Dream about a rape, there's bound to be one soon, somewhere. All the orgasms Thursday night. Well, there are probably dozens of students out screwing each other, but there's no way to know whether what she had dreamed really happened, or was going to happen. But the murder, the crushed skull and "mutilated body," the location just where she dreamed it happened, that really made a.