. move... They're right... over... there..."His whispering voice cracked with a whimper. He shut his eyes tight and breathed deeply, as though wishing... Maggie lifted her face, looked past him, out the bushes, and saw... nobody. Trees, grass, sky, but no people. Only tall prairie grasses in an endless stretch of field where entire neighbourhoods of houses had stood only seconds before. The fence was gone. The telephone poles with their drooping wires... gone.But before she had a chance to wonder. She turns on the T.V. and hits the "Play" button on the remote. It has been preset to a sex scene of her choosing. There is a good-looking, young stud, hung like a horse. He's half flacid and still a good 7 inches. His sex partner is an incredible brunette. She has a feminine hour-glass figure which is full, without being too much. Her breasts hang slightly under their own weight with large pencil eraser nipples jutting straight out. I can't wait to watch this stud fuck the shit out of this. “Miss Butler-Walker, please would you come to my office at the start of your lunch break. I’ll arrange for Mrs Crocker to be there too in order to discuss this development.”Eugenie lifted her head from my chest and nodded.“Mr Randell, I suggest you release the young lady, since you’re presumably here to use your locker.”Reluctantly I unwrapped my arms and instantly regretted the loss of her warmth and softness. The wet patch on my chest was a tribute rather than a discomfort.“Thanks,” she. Was a fantasy about to be realized?Alas, no. Waking up a bit more, I learned that what she was saying was “I want you to wake up and stay awake until I can get a cardiologist here. Your heart has been stopping for up to 15 seconds at a time.”The cardiologist arrived and diagnosed Sick Sinus Syndrome, where the sinoatrial (SA) node of the heart, its primary biological pacemaker that signals the heart to beat, stops working. There are backup mechanisms that will pace if this node fails, so I.