She pauses, collecting herself, her wave subsided, her heavy breathing the only sound in the room. I feel the sheets dampen around my head as I lie i... a small puddle of her gift. She slides her body down mine once again, and kisses me, and I happily share her tastes with her.Standing up, my lover looks over me, my hair and body damp from sweat and her release. She smiles again, her own body flush and wet.The wand is in her hand again, her fingers dancing on the bulbous head. She turns it. That’s when I saw the little girl again. She had changed now into day clothes. A little printed dress and a pair of those plastic shoes... cloggies, sloggies, or something like that. She looked pretty and her hair had been done. It was dry and hung to the middle of her back.She was holding her mother’s hand and talking nineteen to the dozen, her little voice carrying all the way across the road.Yes I followed them.I don’t know why, just... I dunno, a magnetic pull or something.No, it wasn’t the. I was sitting in the front with Martin Duke with his wife Jamie, talking about their kids, Jeff and Daisy. Martin was a retired electrical engineer. He said it was pretty much dumb luck his vehicles still worked, but good luck for us. We arrived at the mine about twenty minutes later and moved all the supplies inside, hoping for the best.It was about an hour later when the ground started to shake and we heard a thunderous noise in the distance.I said to no one in particular, "I wish we knew. In a voice barely above a whisper, but as hard and as determined as steel, she said, ‘Oh please, yes. PLEASE resist.’ Dee McCrae was 6 inches taller and 100 pounds heavier than the woman in front of him but the look in her eyes quailed his protests. Without any need of assistance from the uniformed officers, Pat cuffed him and marched him to the nearest black and white. ‘Watch your head,’ she instructed mechanically as she put him in the back seat and closed the door. She watched the car drive.