To Lisa it looked more like a torture table. Laying in bed she could see it on the other side of the room and it gave her the shivers.Lisa had cold s...eats thinking about the next day. It had taken on a party atmosphere.And then what. She would be cured. What would they do next?Lisa lay in bed trying to think how it was back at home. How it would be to back in her roomwith Buster at her side. Her mom. What could her mom be going through. Were people still looking for her? How long could. " My name is Ann, and I was a prisoner there, just like your husband.I... got to hold him as he died, and he told me to tell you and his sonhe loved you both."Rachel wept, and Ann came over and held her."I'm so sorry for your loss, Rachel," she said.The small boy crawled up onto his mother's lap and held her close. Annput her hand on the boy's head and said, "I'm sorry for your loss too.But I know the two of you will make it, Pickle."The small boy looked at the girl and said "Only daddy ever. Her bed was close to the window, so I had a better view of her there than when she was walking around. Even though I had actually been between those bare thighs just a few nights before, there was something especially erotic about seeing her that way without her knowledge. Not only had Pete turned me into a young sex maniac, now I was a voyeur also.She turned off the lamp next to her bed and the show was over. I remembered what Pete had told me about her mom catching her in the bathroom, and I. In one smooth movement, Im under him, his warm body pressed against my skin, feeling the layer of sweat breaking out on both of our bodies. My bra is off and he tosses it off the bed. He moves my long hair from my neck and chest as he continues kissing down. His hand moves up, cupping my breast and beginning to knead it slowly, pulling a slight moan from my lips. Just as hes about flick his tongue over my waiting nipple, my eyes flutter open&hellip, Damn it. It was just a dream, again. Id been.