“But my ‘visions’, I remember clearly. Every detail, every nuance, every word. Yes, they always come at night when I’m asleep, but they aren�...t ordinary, run-of-the-mill dreams. I don’t know how to explain it any better than that.”“Okay. I think I understand,” he said musingly before continuing. “And, you’re right, they aren’t common dreams. I too remember everything about them, while I don’t remember many of my dreams, and when I do, I don’t remember much.”With his question asked and answered,. Teaghan froze, bracing herself. The man loosed a groan from his gut and thick, sticky fluid spewed from him into her throat. She eagerly waited for her senses to kick back in, ready to feel, to taste, to smell his hot jism that filled her mouth.But there was only the ringing. Just that goddamned ringing.*The ring of her cellphone finally managed to yank Teaghan out of her dream. Her eyes widened and she gasped. The shock her body felt from a sleep disturbed was one thing, the shock to her mind. He had used some sort of communicator to send his report, so we were not able to trace the signal. All we could do was wait.While we were waiting, I felt an overpowering compulsion to travel toward Ft. Worth. I couldn't tell if my target was actually in Ft. Worth, or on the road to it. Ann and I saddled up a couple of horses and set out with a pack mule to head in a northerly direction until my compulsion was satisfied. I kept a close eye on my GPS demon finding device, but I couldn't see. All grist to the mill, he thought.In the bedroom Dave prepared for action. He always kept a few pairs of recently worn briefs handy for his daily wank sessions so first of all he found these and spread them across the bed. In pride of place, right in the middle , he placed Matt's Calvins. His quick sniff of them downstairs had shown him that they were as ripe and raunchy a pair as he had had from another guy for quite a time - and he was well into trading used briefs. Also they were less.