Too perfect. It never got uncomfortably cold or, if it did, the heater in my apartment came on all on it's own and the heater never got too hot. My ap...rtment, more like my penthouse, who builds an apartment that big and then sells it that cheep? How did I even get to Canada? I never got a passport and I never bought a plane ticket I just remember arriving. So is that when it started? When I got off the plane at the airport that looked more like a science fiction space port? That was years ago.. Its ok Im ready for it. she tells me. Pushing hard against her I feel her tear as I sink another inch or two into her. Oh God!! she screams out wrapping her arms around my neck and squeezing me tightly as a tear falls from her eye. Give it a minute and it will start to ease up and feel better. I reassure her. Soon I start to feel her begin to move her hips slowly back and forth against me. Laying her back gently I slip an arm behind each of her knees and slowly raise her legs up onto my. Two more shotgun blasts makes it eighteen dead enemies.A quick move back to the stair side. There’s no movement, so I lower myself down to drop onto the stairs. I dart down and under the stairs to squat down in the deep shadow of the building and stairs to reload all of my guns again. I decide to wait here for a while to see what develops. Someone opens the door and comes down the stairs, another two enter the alley, one from each end of it. A man says, “Damned if I know where he went as he’s. To them, they were about to kick my ass because they thought I was ogling their girlfriends. In an eye blink, I vanished and they ended up in their new pose. For them, no time had passed. For me, it had been hours. This all started when Chris, our football team's hulking, asshole quarterback, had thrust me against the locker in our school's locker room. I was naked at the time, changing into my gym wear. He was about to slam his mighty fist in the face when it happened.In my panic, I wanted.