Grace Pust had died at the impossibly young ageof 98, and the entire population of Greenbend, Wyoming had been inattendance.A librarian that was belov...d by three generations of town residentsshould have elicited enough tears to drastically change thefloodplain.But not today.When that woman... what was her name?... Lexey...Patty Markham, the funeral director didn't have the pleasure ofknowing Ms. Pust the way the others did; but, knew she was someonespecial to the small town.Inexplicably, so did. She feels, and is, limited in what she can do here. Whereas, in the Realms, she can reach new heights and become so much more. She also felt more alive there.Eventually, Tom approaches her about the feeling of “wrongness” that radiates from her. It isn’t evil, just something not being right. All the instructors have noticed and how students of the dojo are starting to be affected by it.Inviting her into his office, he gets straight to the heart of the matter, asking her what’s bothering her.. They jumped on him and pinned him to his bed. They tore his clothes off began to take turns undressing. They stripped down to their bras and panties and began kissing his entire body. They didn't tie him up and he was thrilled to rub their silky panty butts. Brandi pulled a book out which turned out to be Billy's journal. As the girls were rubbing him down, she read out loud one of Billy's entries. "My fantasy is to experience another dream cum true like the night of that magical Slumber. Her spirits were lifted and every minute she spent with Lynne was special. They couldn’t be together all the time – Lynne liked her privacy – but her sensual, dark-haired love continued to assure her how special she was. Darren noticed her buoyant attitude and commented on it. Plopping down on the couch beside him and grabbing the potato chips, she said ‘I think I’ve met someone special, Darren. She sure treats me better than Cindy – and I think I’m in love.’ Darren gave her a hug, then took.