He knew what he wanted and he would not be denied. His finger traced a line around my nether lips. He stroked my pussy over my bikini bottoms, just te...sing me and heightening my desire.I fought both against what he was doing and what he was doing to me. But I knew that I was losing. My mind was fighting this intrusion, but my body was betraying me and siding with him, opening to him like a flower to a bee. At times I moved to avoid his touch, at others, when he would hit one of my buttons, I. Sure took them long enough, the little shits. It’s amazing how long pointless prejudice and childishness causes silly delays and things of that sort.And then an article caught his attention. “Death Train” was the title, and being a train nut, he read it. His eyes, which were half asleep in the early morning as always, popped open to their full size as he read:Amtrak’s California Zephyr became the harbinger of three deaths last night in the town of West Burlington, Iowa. Just nine minutes after. . I feel as if there is something else that I need to remember."The nagging thought tickled at the corner of the man's awareness, but it remained just beyond his grasp. Just as he began to despair, a sound touched his soul and brought him out of his introspective state."My God! She is singing and the song is the same one she sang in my dream. Could it be that the dream is not mine, but ours? After living with Helen all of these years, I have seen stranger things. Oh! If this sharing of dreams. "If I had a little more time here," she said. "I would just learn to do what she does. You could have the best of both worlds. You'd get your happy ending before the massage."I had to wait four more days to be cleared for contact drills, so I wound up missing 10 practices — almost half of summer drills.I wasn't surprised when Coach Brown called me to his office to tell me Tom would be starting the opener."Between missing the spring and half the summer, you're just too far behind," he said..