Reese, my English teacher coming around the corner. I bumped into him, sending our books and papers spilling to the ground.Mr. Reese is forty years ol..., 6'2" with short brown hair. His eyes are a light brown."I am so sorry Mr. Reese, I did not see you." "No harm Ms. Rockton, are you all right?" Yes and no, Mr. Reese."I was already picking up our papers as his warm hazel eyes roamed over my young, toned body. The white shirt I was wearing had only the two middle buttons secured as was my red. I met Angel on the Internet through one of the swinger personal sites. The first part of our story begins with our e-mails to each other that began hot and finished hotter. This is our Friday night adventure. The reality was even better as you will soon discover. This has been co-written by Angel and myself.The Reality - Friday NightAfter rushing through Tokyo station and arriving at the “Silver Bell” meeting place I did not at first see her. When I turned around, there she was, leaning against. The physician called a cold blue,which summoned doctors and nurses from all over the hospital to help.Machine after machine went into alarms within seconds. Tom was whiskedout in tears, while the babies were taken to the neonatal care unit asthe nurses and doctors worked on trying to save Sally.I felt strange and looked around. I was lying down on a bed of wildflowers deep in a forest. I sat up and noticed I wasn't pregnant. A manappeared in front of me."Here we are again. Back at the same. His long strides covered the distance between them in only a few steps and she backed away, suddenly afraid of the dark expression on his face.She turned to run, and screamed when he caught her, terrified that he planned to hurt her. She raked her nails down his arm, unable to gain purchase on the ground. He hissed out a breath and slapped his hand over her mouth. She whimpered softly as his arm wrapped around her ribs.“Shh, Abby. I’m not going to hurt you, but I’m not going to let you go,.