.. no, please stop... let me go..." I can see that I am going to have to help you out." I rise up on my knees, towering over you, and peel my shirt of.... You watch me. Muscles ripple across my chest, shoulders and tattooed arms as I pull the thick leather belt from around my waist. I crack the belt in the air.I'll do it, I'll do it!" You cry, but it is too late. I jump off the side of the bed and half roll you over, half toss you onto your front. Instinctively you cover your ass with your hands,. "You look nice Marcia" I simply said and then added rather abruptly,"Come on lets go and eat I am famished."She managed to smile back at me with a modest 'thank you' and soon wewere having a wonderful light dinner of grilled salmon and an elaboratemixed green salad with a superb dressing. What a jewel this boy/girl ofmine turned to be!I felt slightly uneasy thinking again of Marcia's condition, indeed aboy/girl she was but certainly looked more girl than many real ones. Ihad to talk to her and. "G, go away, don't die with me," I tried to say. I heard something andfelt a vibration. It sounded like a chainsaw, and there were sparks.The man had his arms wrapped around me, and I remember thinking, whydon't I feel anything? Then remembering, you're in a dream dumb ass.You can't feel pain in a dream. I heard the screaming as he suddenlypulled me hard from the seat bracing his feet like I was glued to it orsomething. Then Bambi's pretty car sliding past to crash on top of theother one in the. To anyone, or eachother. i know you'll be home alone this weekend, all weekend. you just happened to post it on facebook. totally innocently of course.i text you to ask if it's convenient to pop around and drop off that film you lent me 3 years ago. you reply saying to give you half an hour to get sorted. within 15 mins i'm closing your porch door behind me and letting myself into your open house. you're still in the shower. the game resumes.-hello? *oh! your squeal comes from the bathroom.