I saw her huge breasts staring back at me and she had very small nipples which looked perfect on her body. She saw me and instantly looked down to see...the bulge in my pants. She finally reacted after a few seconds. ‘Oh my God! I can’t believe you would just walk in here!’ She said covering up her amazing boobs, ‘You little bad boy!’ I was scared shitless, but then she smiled while her eyes kept darting between my eyes and my bulge. ‘Well you obviously like what you saw, so I’m going to have. One of his knees pressed between mine. I tried to hold my thighs together, but a hand moved down and pulled one knee away.“Do not fight me, bitch… it would be better for you…” He hissed.My eyes were still closed and I remained silent…Suddenly, his fingers were grasping my curly hair, pulling my head back. I opened my eyes, finding myself looking directly into his face. My red lips then opened and I just whispered: “Please…”"Please what, bitch?" His face was closer now. Again I opened my mouth.. The weather was nice and the dying sun was creating colors among the clouds. Paul worked on his beer and relaxed. He didn’t think of work, of Glenda, of Hopkins or Grafton. He concentrated on the waterfowl and the muskrat making its way across the lake. He thought of the corners of the lake where he would take Marge in the morning. He hadn’t been as peaceful in weeks. It was good therapy. He would not put the cabin on the market. It occurred to him that he hadn’t heard Marge bustling about. Things would change in the house over fifty years. Strangely, that comforted him. While the idea of sleeping for fifty years was pure insanity, it did explain some of the equally insane things he had seen, like the changes in his house.His house.His and Valerie's house."Where's Valerie?" he croaked, wishing he could drink something. His mouth was suddenly cotton dry.Fran misunderstood. "Val? She's probably still in bed. She likes to sleep in on Saturdays and..." Frannie!" barked her.