"If I do that, you're going to get loud too," I whispered."I don't care," she panted.So I pulled up the skirt of her dress. As I slid my hand along th... inside of the thigh she groaned and spread her legs. I didn't play around. I went straight for her panties and slid my hand inside the waistband to find sloppy, slippery pussy. I did take it easy pressing into her, because I was quite sure she still had her hymen. She did. It only covered half of her vaginal canal, though, and it was the back. "Hey! I said nine and it's only eight-thirty! What's the rush?" Like I wasn't ready to tear her clothes off right on the front yard! Clothes? That's when I realized she was wearing the same jeans and T shirt she'd swiped from my closet the night Gail reappeared. There's something about seeing a beautiful girl in men's clothes that's sexy as hell.Somehow we made it into the house before the neighbors had a reason to call the cops. The only thing that kept me from ripping her clothes off as soon. And together we are going to get you well enough to leave here." Is this a hospital?" Yes." I still don't understand. How did I get from the park to here?" You've been here all the time." But you were there – in the park." I inserted myself into your world. It was the only way I could invite you back into ours. You wouldn't have seen me unless you were ready to come back. You even made extra time in your repeating cycle so you could talk to me. Both of those things told me your delusion was. I tried to think how I had gotten myself into this. The last few hours of a drunken make-out session with a guy who I knew was sketchy, were very lost to my now sobering mind. I couldnt even remember who the guy had been. It sure as hell wasnt my boyfriend. Well, ex-boyfriend. What with finding him cheating on me and being held hostage by another creep, Im starting to think there is no such thing as a decent guy in this town. I gave another seemingly hopeless pull on the handle of the door,.