I'll just go for a run and then veg out on the couch. You always have a good book around." She wrinkled her brow. "How did I know that? Is that true?"...We used to swap books all the time," said Cindy. "Looks like your memory is coming back, at least a little bit." I don't know whether that's a good thing or not anymore," sighed Claire. "From what I've learned about Old Claire, I'm not sure I want to go back to being her." You can be anybody you like," said Cindy."Thanks, but John doesn't agree. Had I not whistled I think you would have removed your panties to show me your pussy?" That's not true Mr. Hawkins. I would never do a thing like that. I am a married woman." Is that why your legs are parted and you are showing me your panties now Alice?"My legs were not parted but I wondered if he could really see my panties or not. "I have to go home now. I am expecting my husband shortly." No you're not. Your husband does not get home for an hour yet, but give me a nice neighborly kiss and. When we got to the overlooking glass, he pointed down to the crowd. I could see probably a hundred or so men, mostly prisoners, but also guards with rifles and truncheons standing around. There was a large crowd, maybe a dozen or so men, clustered around what appeared to be a slightly raised platform in the very middle of the space. They were packed so tightly, jostling for position and moving randomly, that I could not make out any rhyme or reason to it. A quick glimpse of white between the. I thought I wasn’t destined for true love, the love where you walk with your head in the clouds all day, where you can’t stop smiling because butterflies are tickling the inside of your stomach, until on one October morning things would change.It was one of those dreary mornings where I look out of my bedroom window and all I see is one solid grey sky. The sun was completely hidden from view and the only thing I wanted to do was crawl back into my bed, throw the sheets over my head, and fall.