I looked around, there was nowhere to run. I was trapped in my own dream with a beam of light heading right towards me. I tried to protect myself, but...in a dream how much can you really do? I braced myself as the light drew closer and closer, until it was right on me. I covered my face with my arms and held my ground as the light hit me, making my arms spread out and my head buzz, and in a start I woke up.I popped out of my sleep disoriented and sweaty. I looked at my phone, only 4:17 in the. ”Liz laughed and I felt her breast shake beneath the hand that still rested on the warm flesh.“The next few posts are from people that I don’t think know you,” Liz said. “They’re mostly about ... me.”“It’s always about you, isn’t it?” I asked.“Me, me, me!” Liz replied. “Then we get to the baseball pictures. Some are from high school. I think someone scanned a yearbook or something. They’re not very good. Your senior picture is on there, too. Then we get to what I like to refer to as the. ? Ed is stern. He cuts into the blood rare steak revealing a very rare one that barely saw the grill, just enough to grill the outside and heat the meat all the way through. He takes the fork, stabs the cut-off piece, smells it and pushes it towards my closed mouth. With a quick pinch of my knee I open my mouth to let out a sound and the piece of steak goes in. Yes, we are in a restaurant, a crowded restaurant at that. Screaming would be embarrassing. Making a scene would get us kicked out. In my age and weight range I was the best in jiu jitsu. Honestly, I always knew the extent of my skills. In my high school I had a not-so-good reputation because I loved to tussle with the opposite sex. For years I enjoyed humiliating my biggest schoolmates, picking up the most attractive and athletic. The wisest among them finished either squealing under my shoes or scared against a wall, whereas those too proud ended up in hospital. Despite my angelic face I had become a nightmare for both.