The house was dark when I pulled in the driveway. I quickly unloaded my bags and took them to my old room, which was now a guest room. I was exhausted...so I stripped down to my underwear and slipped under the covers for a nap. It wasn’t long before I was in dreamland. In my dream I was 18 again and performing my lazy Saturday jack off ritual. I had just turned on the TV and got the tape going when I heard the familiar sound of car tires on gravel. I jumped in my dream and my eyes popped open. Acamera. Watching me, watching every other girl who had used this stall. Mybreath caught in my chest - fight or flight, and I was frozen. I wantedmore than anything to get up, to leave, to be anywhere other than here,but it was like I was stuck, like an insect in amber, paralyzed like thatwheelchair guy (what was his name? Mister Bacon in Physics would know) -GREENI wasn't in the bathroom anymore. I was in class, and I needed to "go"badly, but the teacher was talking. I desperately waved my. "What day and time is it?" I asked, stretching and hearing pops, feeling better than the last time I'd been conscious."It's Monday and about 10:30 in the morning," she told me, her eyes roving over my naked body professionally. "You've still got faint bruises on your back, but everything else is fine. You were almost completely healed up when Talon called us over, but he insisted we check anyway. He's worse than a mother hen," she said, rolling her eyes."I got hurt because of him, or at least. As we watched a small flock of Canada Geese do a flyby, I cleared my throat and began the following little oration: “This used to be my favorite place in the world and this Jacuzzi jet right back down between us used to be my favorite pastime in the world. I nearly lost him right here two and a half years ago. I’d been kneeling on my special seat right behind us, looking out as we are doing now and was letting my special jet down there, pummel my pussy senseless. Doug got out of the pool.