“I’m sure it was you. I’m not surprised you don’t remember. I read somewhere that we don’t remember most of what we dream about. Anyway, wha... I felt was your hand, touching me here.”I put my hand on my hip, where the T shirt I was wearing covered it. I knew he could almost see my panties, and now that I think about it I’m sure he could see them, sitting almost on the floor, like he was.“Then I felt it move up, like this.” I demonstrated. “It was on my skin, though, not on the outside of my. I was just passing a closed down Dog Racetrack and I marveled at how our politicians had managed to shut down the dog racing industry with their faux religious principles against gambling. A lot of it was about cruelty to the Greyhounds that were the only breed racing in the state. They had done the same thing to the fishing industry because of the silly ban against nets that came about because of catching dolphins in the nets as well as the other fish that roamed in the wild sea of the. That thought comforted her, 'HerSelf.'She hurried and fixed herself a nice dinner, then afterwards a thoughtstruck her. If her mother had seen her, maybe she just didn't know whatto say. She should do something extra nice just in case, but what. As shesat down with a cup of cocoa in front of the TV she saw the local cookingprogram.Mom likes chocolate cake, it's been weeks since we had a cake. Andtomorrow Tina would be home for the weekend. Tuesday was Tina'snineteenth birthday.Slowly the plan. She lead the way to the window. She slowly opened the window so no creaking would wake up someone. We both managed to climb out and shut the window. The dock was just a short walk away and soon we were standing next to the boat. “Do you have the keys?” She asked. I searched my pocket. I felt the keyring.“Yea I still have it from my dad.” We both jumped onto the boat. I started the engine, no one at the cabin would ever think we were doing something even if they did hear an engine. I untied the.