She fell against some machinery in the corner, hitting her head hard. Her teeth clicked together with a noise that sounded huge in her spinning head a...d she couldn't see for a minute as the pain caused everything to swim in front of her.She heard it though, the noise of two men fighting, grunts and blows, the woof when someone took a hit to the stomach. She heard Ethan grunt, felt a body fall next to her as she tried to shake off the pain.And then she heard the shot. Putting her hand up to her. The moan quickly turned into a series of quiet gasps, which started to fray my nerves. I heard something heavy dropping with a crash. “They are getting wild”, I thought to myself. I was getting sleepy, imagining Jessica being fucked by her boyfriend. “Sam, can you hear me?” Jessica’s urgent voice came from above. My name! Startled, I sat up in bed, unable to grasp what was happening. Was it a dream or reality? “I need you, Sam,” she intoned passionately. My drowsiness evaporated. The first game was won by her and I had to remove my shirt. The next game also I lost and I had to remove my jeans. The next game was won by me and she had to remove one of her clothing, as I knew she hadn’t worn bra, I was excited to see her boobs, but then she smartly removed her panty and kept aside. The next game was also won by me and then she had to remove her nighty and I was spell bound to see her beauty. She was almost 5 years elder to me but she had the perfect body, and even though. Cynthia downloaded a countdown/preparedness calendar into my pod, that posted on the wall just outside the kitchen. Our interaction left a gigantic smile on my face, a bit of uncertainty in my stomach, and a million questions I was sure I could or was even ready to ask. Being a realist with optimistic ways and expert dreamer; I just let the blocks land as they may. I gave thing much thought but internally. That night I kept having thoughts of this Cynthia. Was she a real person? How did she get.