I think she's learning to convert her thoughts into pictures more frequently, and occasionally I hear words, mostly broken, but sometimes intelligible..."She seems to be able to communicate with me much better when I'm asleep, or nearly so. Sometimes, it's like a memory suddenly surfacing. My mind, of course, keeps trying to put her concepts into words, and when I'm trying to communicate with her, I need to use concepts, not words. When I'm in that state — I'll just continue to call it sleep —. I have been reading stories from this site for a long time. Here I want to share the real incident which happened to me when I was at Noida.I am software professional and I had taken a flat for rent at Kendriya Vihar, Sector 51 Noida. Since I am a bachelor I used to get bored on weekends. So I used to go to center stage Mall to see the babes on weekends. Sooner I felt a strong urge to have sex with some lady or girl. I tried my best to get someone through net, chat, friendship site etc. But I. You sound a little like you’re from, … Georgia, is it?’ Joss grinned at him in surprise, ‘How’d you know that? I’m from a town called Dalton.’ ‘It just sounds like that to me,’ he said, noticing that her nails were clean and that she must have hated the thought of what she felt she had no choice in having to do, but she’d prepared herself as best she could regardless and it said something about her nature to him. ‘I’ve always been a sucker for girls from the south, I just can’t help it, not. As I was new to the city so I had no idea about the city and so I always used to call to my friend or refer internet for any movement in the city. The apartment in which I was residing, next to that a family used to stay in which 3 persons were there. On one Sunday early in the morning when I was sleeping my door knocked and my eyes got opened and in my mind I was wondering who came this Sunday? But later I went and opened the door and found that it was my neighbor who was knocking. I welcomed.