She knew whom it was without having to turn around—HIM. His voice had filled her head for weeks with visions of how he could just look at her and tu...n her legs to mush. Just thinking about him would set her heart racing, but she didn’t know how he felt about her, if he even felt anything at all. Just as she thought that, he leaned down and rubbed her ankle for her. She was sure her heart stopped beating at that touch. She was sure the world stopped moving. ‘Here let’s get you off the trail and. A new erotic fantasy is born…And that’s it. The reader closes the book, thinks “that was weird” and goes about the rest of their day, probably forgetting about the strange book by the time they get home from the raging dumpster-fire they call a life. But the magic doesn’t just end there; the next time the reader falls asleep they will be thrust into a vivid dreamscape of one of their craziest erotic fantasies come to life.The dreamer will embark upon the kind of worlds you only get to see in. I cry out“No. No stop it” Oh God. I can feel it; he’s trying to push his hard thing in me. He mustn’t do that; I want him to stop, I’m frightened he’s going to rape me.If he puts his penis inside me is that sex? Will I still be a virgin afterwards? I want to stay a virgin.Frantically I start to wriggle under him. I have to stop him from putting his penis in me. He mustn’t do that.He put his hand on my chest, pushing down with all his weight to keep me still.He’s angry; his voice is loud and. . 'If' shethought it was best. But Cherry continued, "She must have been beautifulbefore... I don't see why she would need my help." And then she turnedback to Beatrix. "My name is Cherry," holding out a hand...Beatrix took her hand and shook. "Beatrix."Daphne suppressed a giggle as Beatrix gave Cherry a very manly handshake."She wasn't traditionally beautiful before. She had short hair, smallerchest, never wore makeup or heels a day in her life." A thought pervaded,'traditionally beautiful,'.