Her hair was brown and fell past her shoulders. She wore a shirt that was tight enough to accentuate her young breasts, but still covered her entire m...driff. She wore no jewelry except for her earrings in the shape of hearts.The boy had been knocked to the ground by the opening door. When she saw him lying there she gave a little start.“Who are you?”“Me?” asked the boy, pulling himself to his feet.“Yes, and what are you doing in my room?”“My name’s Tim and I don’t know how I got here.”“Oh. Tim.. But he was wrong, she was still in deep sleep and this gave him more confidence. He stood up again and went to her bed and sat next to her. Then he lowered his head again and kissed her. But this time he did not run away. He knew he wasn’t exactly kissing. Instead he was just touching her lips ever so slightly. He decided to run if she stirs.He lowered his head again and placed his lips on hers. He waited and waited feeling her lips on his. Imagining that they were locked in a passionate. I walked into the lounge and she was sitting on the couch with a face as long as a fortnight, her face in her hand staring at the television, I sat beside her “is there a problem” I said, trying to sound sympathetic, she glared at me with tear filled eyes ”I hope you two had a good fucking time on Sunday” she blurted throwing Gillian’s bra at me which she had found under the cushion of the couch whilst cleaning, I thought there is no point in beating about the bush, this has got to stop, it is. "He should be back from lunch by now. I'd like to cutthis session short so I can talk to him. We can reschedule thissession for later this afternoon, if that's okay." Doctor, I don't understand. These are just dreams, aren't they?I mean, you were the one who said you're a doctor, not a psychic.Why do you want to talk to this man in London?" I'm not sure, Kristin, but we may be on the brink of somethingincredible, something which could revolutionize psychiatry.Please, do as I suggest."I left in.