I squirmed against him fighting with all my might but he was just too damn fat, too strong, too smart. I tried to think straight I tried to be strong ...nd surmount some sort of offence but when the tattered bits of my old blue school shirt was ripped from my chest I laid there in a heaving, sobbing, defeated mess. Kyle smiled as he looked down at my bra, totally not what he expected from Autumn. It was a purple cotton bra, with a million different colored hearts all over it, he lowered his head. I had noticed earlier that she was wearing a thin material flowing skirt with a dark red blouse on top which hardly contained her bulbous breasts. I walked to where she was sitting behind her desk, reaching out with both hands to run my strong teenage hands across her mature breasts. I could feel her nipples hardening up through the material of her blouse and her bra. She was enjoying this. I thought, as I also wondered how many of her teenage students had defiled her mouth with their stiff. Six years ago, that was what I was looking for when I met McKinley Whitney, a sandy haired, perfectly built, cute as a button, slight female rep for a major Audio firm. We hit it off like best friends after just a few coffee’s, a few lunches, a few drinks, and finally a dinner where I expected we would end up in bed, judging from the necking and make-out session on an outside veranda. It took place following our drinks in our hotels bar. However, I was given the big shut-down on that when my. It will lead you to me eventually."I stared down at the shimmering, silvery threads below, marvelling at how they criss-crossed like the highways on a road atlas."Are they ley lines?" I asked."Some people in the other-world call them that, but in Gael we call them ròidean, in the plural, or rathad (road, in other-world speak)," Charles answered as if he was speaking to a child.I remembered then that he was speaking to a child. I was only four-years old, after all, in my dream."Why does it seem.