“We’ll go upstairs when you’ve had that” I looked at him and he winked and smiled, I nodded. We made our way into the hallway when Nigel grabb...d me and we snogged, then we made our way up the stairs.Standing just outside their bedroom door which was slightly ajar, we peaked in and both were standing shirtless, they were kissing and touching the front of each other’s jeans. Nigel pushed the door open and we walked in “What’s going on here” he said. They jumped apart quickly and Nigel grabbed. But after mulling it over (this thought process quickened by about half a bottle of Jim Bean, another favorite), Travis decided it wouldn’t do any good. The cops would talk to her friends, relatives, other people she may have got into contact with within the past couple weeks or months—standard police procedure, really—and the truth would burst out, magically as a green rabbit from a hat. Only differenece was that everyone would (think) know she’d left him. He preferred it this way. Let her. " He sat up and braced his arms on bare legs. "It wasn't my intent to drive you nuts but I had to find you somehow and dreams were the best way." "I don't understand any of this," she said and slid down next to him, letting their naked bodies connect. He leaned over and pressed his forehead to her. "I know. But haven't you noticed unusual things before I started the dreams? The hearing, light sensitivity, craving food but never feeling quite full, always knowing when things were going to happen. “Careful!” she said. “It’s fragile.”Gently I plucked it and handed it to her. She lay face-up on the ground and squeezed it between her breasts. It burst into a large drop of viscous sweet-smelling fluid which she rubbed in to her cleavage. With a sly smile, she beckoned me over.I should mention that the ground cover everywhere I could see was a soft green carpet of some kind of moss or silky grasses. It was thick and plush, but I didn’t feel any kind of itchiness from the sap like one gets on.