The room was cold and unfamiliar. I lay on my back, which was unusual—I normally slept on my side. Recently I’d been sleeping spooned up behind Cl...rissa, which was heavenly. But not this time. This time I was on my back staring at the ceiling.I turned my head to the side slightly and that’s when the pain hit me. Everywhere, and I mean everywhere screamed its agony, overloading my brain until all it could do was shut down.And everything went black.It was dark when I woke, although not as dark as. My hair and body are wet. Was I in the bath? Or did I imagine it? The mirror is still above me but now the glass is frosted. The tingling warmth in my lower body is growing stronger. I kick back the damp sheets. I stroke my nipples: I circle each areola, gently pinch each teat. Then I can bear it no longer and I’m reaching down, caressing my chest, my stomach, my mound.I run my fingers through my pubic hair. The dream is authentic in this detail: although I always trimmed my hair short as a. In addition to the incessant hum of the light fixtures and the squeaking chug of an insufficient air conditioner, phones were ringing, people were talking and there were even a few typewriters clacking. Stepping up to the desk, I leaned forward and said, ‘I need to talk to,’ I paused, reaching my hand in my pocket and looking at the crumpled up business card before continuing, ‘Joe Hammond about a matter.’ ‘You’ll need to speak up, I can’t hear what you’re saying.’ ‘I need to speak to Joe. She didn't even look cold, she wasn't shivering and it looked like she was able to use her hands just fine to get the fire started. "Just don't get too close. Wouldn't want a stray ember to set your bag, or your hair for that matter on fire. Also it'd be pretty bad if you rolled into the pit when you fell asleep." Samantha warned setting her bag several feet from the small fire."So how did I let you talk me into on Mt Rainier again?" Hannah moaned staring first at the fire then up into the sky..