And the acts being performed were always against her will. Why this sudden spate of dreams in which she was always being raped or abused?The dreams we...e disturbing. Frightening. There was something about them that was just too … real. She could feel the weight of the person pressing down on her. Feel his hands moving over her. Feel the heat spreading through her body when he would cum. She didn’t feel these things clearly and completely, but rather in bits and pieces. Almost like half. "I closed Tracy's mail and sat back in my chair feeling relief again. The concerns I had earlier in the day were still unanswered but I had told Tracy that I didn't want to talk about it so I decided I would not bring the subject up again. I would just have to live with the fact that I would never have answers to those questions.Our life had gotten somewhat back to normal. Tracy was the loving wife that she had always been and out sex life was good too but I was still nagged by doubts caused by. Thinking of Ravin made Angel look at the clock as she passed the kitchen. It was almost 11 o'clock in the morning, nearly time for Ravin's check up.Despite being only 24 years old, Angel was a fully trained, fully licensed obstetrician and gynecologist, as well as being a ceritfied nurse-midwife. A child prodigy, she had graduated from Harvard medical school, with honors, at the tender age of 14, and practiced for 8 years at one of the more prestigious hospitals in the country, adding to her. The women smiled atthe bowing little girl's pretty performance."Ooo! Look at you, Princess! What a gorgeous frock!" Nanna crooned,straightening the velvet dress over her diapered hips and smoothingout the bib clipped around her neck. Today Daphne's plastic-backeddribble bib read, 'Mummy's Potty Princess,' making Helen chuckle. 'Howapt,' she thought. Aloud she said, "You had a dress exactly like thiswhen you were about three or four, Jane." I know, Mum. I remember. It was one of my favourites -.