I get to my knees, try to stand, pitch over onto my face. Dammit! I try again.Suddenly I'm up, on my feet. The monster has a hand full of my hair and ...s holding me. Shit, he used my hair like a handle and lifted me up like a rag doll. He lets go and steps back. I turn to run again and bounce off of another one. Not so tall, but just as dark, hair just as long, just as silent. Now I see them. All around me. Can't tell how many. All dark, long haired, almost naked and stone silent. Ok... now I. I could not help but look behind to notice her beautiful ass jiggling as she went ahead and turned around the corner. To say that I was high, would be an understatement. I could feel this fire inside me that had been ignited.Coming back to my dreams, the visions I used to have before only involved me and the girl in some sort of passionate act.In one dream, I would kiss her breasts and could feel her fingers run through my hair; and in another dream, she would sit on my lap and say how good she. She smiled and went "Mmmmmmm!" I sat, and she placed her hand on my thigh. Not to be rude, I placed my hand on hers. The only difference? I ran my hand up to her bush and rested it there. "If you don't mind my saying so, I was excited to see how you trim your pussy hair, but don't shave it. I LOVE seeing pussy hair v. the stereotype shaving.When I touched her cunt, she very gently and slightly slid her butt forward - as though to meet my hand. I pushed back slightly and said, "Ooooh - very. The actual words were 'Back in One Hour' but the other storekeepers around me knew what it meant. They kidded me quite a bit, but I had no doubt that they were jealous. Tough shit, fellas; I've got a business I can lock up anytime and no wife looking over my shoulder. Of course, with that attitude toward my neighbors, even jokingly, it's a good thing that I didn't have to go next door to borrow the hangers.I entered the back room just behind Linda. She surveyed the scene, the boxes of books,.