Young girls could not skip faster than my heart was traveling. I know you are going to take me. I want to scream rape….I want to yell for you to sto...…but I can’t, and I won’t. Your phallus hypnotizes me with its weighty dance. Your sack lays heavy underneath, obvious and abundantly full of your essence. I need you now. My body can’t wait any longer, the taunt torments too greatly. Then I feel it, you gore my petals with your spear. Deeper and deeper I feel you sink into me. I need more and. .. surely there's another way to cool the bitch down periodically.Monica's PartyPouring another large brandy I pull out one of my choice R&B albums. It's unmistakable sound revives the restive mood that prevailed at the time of Monica's party.We had been in the same year at Barnet Grammar, but there the similarities ended. Monica was already married and had a posh house. Unlike me, she did not have a child, but a career in local government, oh, and lots of exciting friends.I had been looking. The problem is that this is a deeper emotion than I’ve ever before expressed as ‘love.’”“Yeah.” She got out of the car first. Andy had parked on the wrong side of the road, and she could hear him pushing through the shrubbery to get in back. He was so damn considerate, always thinking of her.She did love Andy more than she’d ever loved Colin, but she suspected that her difference in intensity was nothing like Andy’s. If they’d never met, she would be involved -- she was all but certain -- in. I could feel the difference as I moved back to my own time. It had been years since I had been this scared! I checked myself over, and found that I was perfectly fine.This was something new! It was an ability to be sort of in-between, yet see and hear everything perfectly. It was similar to my ability to view and hear what had gone on in a place, that I had first developed when I was back in the eight grade.I thought long and hard on what I had done. Basically, I had moved myself ALMOST to the.