Her face was different already, now showing signs of the handsome womanshe must have been in her youth rather than the shriveled up prune-likevisage I...d first seen. She was now well into the part of healing wheremost people seemed to slip into a quasi trance, but her concentrationshowed no sign of wavering. Her gaze on my face was as bright as ever,brighter even, as her eyes cleared, and when I turned to leave shegrabbed my arm again."Anabel Butler is my name," she said, and her voice was. I search and search but there's nothing I can use to rescue her. When I look again she's gone with just a few bubbles to mark were she was."Sunny nodded for he had told her of that dream and a couple of others like it.He continued, "And I'm afraid I have had a couple of erotic dreams of her. I don't know how to get my subconscious to stop them. But not all of the dreams I have had have been of her. Since the accident I have had erotic dreams of you. Just a couple of nights ago I had a powerful. "Ah want another bairn but Iain says no. Ah, for one night."Margaret nodded and held the baby tightly in her arms. "You be good," she told the infant, peeping back at her with soft eyes. A tear rolled down the young solicitor's face and she wiped away. "I promised yar mummy we'd look after you. And we will." She gulped and focused on her hand for a moment and sniffed. "The whole town will. 'Cause you ain't had it easy and yer such a sweet thing."She slowly passed the young child to Shona who. I reminded myself that such things were forbidden, morally wrong but I also knew for a fact that these kinds of things happened all the time in all walks of life.As time passed, I found that I’d become more tolerant, more comfortable with the things I thought about, even excepting, if not embracing them at times.I found that late at night when I was alone in my bed, that somewhere along the line these forbidden thoughts and images turned into welcomed dreams and yearnings, even fantasies.At.