But he settled in the chair, selected New Message. As he typed, the alter-ego of his dreams came to life. His excitement was almost paralyzing, but he...managed to keep typing. "Vicki. I've never told anybody about this. Why you? Why now? I don't know. Maybe you do. I'm supposed to be a man, but I never seem to be one in my dreams. I slip into sleep so quickly. Like I'm running to a date. (I'm breathing really hard as I type - because what I'm about to describe gets me so excited and so ashamed.. .. could... I need a shower, Marcus, would that be a problem?" Um... no, I suppose not..." he looked confused. "Do... um... I'll get you a towel." She huddled on the couch, looking small and pale and he came back quickly with a towel and a clean flannel."It's... well, I suppose you know where it is." He pointed and she got up, blankly, taking him by the hand."What... Sho'?" Come talk to me, I need someone to talk to..." In the shower?" You won't look, I trust you. I can always trust you,. As soon as my dad left he rushed to the kitchen where I was boiling milk.He came towards me and didn’t utter a word and slapped my ass hard. That day I was wearing a black color tank top and blue shorts. So his slap hit me hard and I said, “Oh, bhaiya what are you doing? Let me boil the milk first.” He again gave me a hard slap on my ass. He said, “First handle my hot dick which is hungry for that busty body.” With this, he put his one hand inside my top and on my boobs and another in my. I was even thinking of inviting Debra to join me. It'd be nice to share a beach towel with her; she was a no pressure girl; the kind every guy dreams about.As I walked home thinking about Debra and my maybe vacation, a car pulled up beside me. The driver called out to me to wait. He looked familiar, but I couldn't place him, not right then.He came up to me and gestured toward the bench a few feet down the sidewalk from where we stood. I looked him askance."Just like a word with you if you have.