” I could hear him rummaging in a box on the shelf, but his hand remained firmly on my thigh, at the top of my stockings. “There it is, miss!” h... said, “Thank god! I was getting stiff down here!” Smiling at his little joke, he slowly stood up, his hand sliding up under my skirt and up onto my thong. He whispered in my ear, “I think I have found what I’m looking for.” He added in a firm voice, “Open the map and concentrate on it. OK?” I could feel his old clammy hand running over my tiny thong. ’ Over and over, the same gentle litany he used when Anna had bad dreams. Dani smiled and went back downstairs to get her pillows. * * * When she woke up the next morning, Jason was already awake. ‘I’m sorry,’ they said at the same time. They laughed. ‘I really am sorry,’ Jason said. ‘I had no right to say some of the things I said last night. I was just so upset that Sean won’t let me be his father….’ ‘Jason, I think he doesn’t want you to be his father because he doesn’t want to lose you the. The door opens and Rebecca peeks her head out, smiling, in a blue nightgown. I barely make it into the entryway and she hugs me, kissing me passionately. Her tongue and mine meet. I’m in my ex boss’s house with his wife while his two young children sleep downstairs. Rebecca’s nightgown loosely fits her, she appears to be losing more weight. Once a moderate sized woman, she is slimming down. The gown is loose around her waist, but her breasts are perked up, looking lovely. I have to almost push. Light, wavy tresses of hair catch my eye on the street and bring the memory of the imagined you back to life. Suddenly, everything reminds me of you. The gentle, rhythmic clip of heels on concrete. The bold stocking seams slinking up the back of passing legs. The full rouged lips of a colleague as I’m greeted with a smile. As I take up my office seat, my fantasies undulate, ebbing like the ocean's tide, calling me back in… I felt the pull of your gravity draw me up towards your chest. I had no.