Her slim waist and broad hips made me feel the rush of blood to my face."Get undressed, Von," Celine's soft voice reviving my brain as she stood there...waiting for me to move.Celine moved towards the bed, lifting the covers and slid in, holding them up for me to join her. I slid in, after stripping myself of my ale-smelling shirt and pants. I slid beside her and she covered us up. For a long moment she stared at me in the dull light, licking her lips as I gently ran my hand over her bare. That was just a bit too much to be believed. A lot of the sporting world believed that Betsy’s performance at the Olympics was at the very edge of what a human body was capable of doing. It was not a matter of muscularity, but of physics. Shaving fifteen percent off her times placed her well beyond what anyone thought was humanly possible!“Yesterday it took me twice as long to complete each of the events, and I feel even slower, today,” Betsy said.“Twice your records, or twice your most recent. An upscale-ugly apartment complex. Gated entrance behind him. Number Four in front of him. Some sports car under a cover parked in front of it.Inside. Dark. Spacious. Spartan.To the right, the dining room. To the left, the soft glow of a huge TV screen outlines a recliner.Will shifts.The bedroom. Janelle is there -- alone. She's sleeping -- an exhausted, dead sleep. She casts only the faintest shadows of subconscious, mere shimmers in Dream. But Will finds them and tugs.He gets only fleeting. I came home from school early with my sister, a year older than me, one rainy afternoon. The school grounds had been partly flooded and it could be said it was bloody cold. The fireplace was lit and all the radiators were on. Apart from the roar of the rain everywhere, it was completely silent everywhere. That is how it seemed to us when we came scuttling into the old, narrow brick house through the garden door. Instead of going around the block to the front I had helped my sister, with the.