It was the silence of a tomb. Can you imagine that silence? A quiet so complete that your ears bleed from the strain of listening… and your head ac...es from trying to recall the sound of her voice… and then she whispers. Did she whisper before? ‘Do you dream about me? Tell me the truth. Do you dream you are with me?’ And I turn my head, and I open my eyes, and I peer into the darkness where she lay… once lay. And I can smell the musky stain of her body, giddy, replete, and see her skin glowing,. That again! " I'm 17. I'll be 18 in may!" I lied, as always. " So, see? I'm almost an adult..." I tried desperately."Your 17? I find that hard to believe." But you gotta anyway. It's your job, huh? And Edith said if I asked you, you'd eventually have to do as I ask..." I bluffed, my face brilliant red, knuckled white and clenched together in blind panic if she said 'okay'."Your quite determined about this, aren't you? " She said as I nodded eagerly. Micky Barrlow then spoke in a clear firm. -------------------Perry finished the shower, refreshed, wrapping a towel around his smooth body, and left the warmth of the bathroom for the cool hallway. Instinct guided him to the real Prue's room. He felt like appearing pretty, luxurious, attractive, and a wave of sensuality and uncommon fashion sense overcame his annoyance at being swapped with a woman. The cool air of the hallway hurried him along, and it was much easier to move along barefoot than it had been in those high. It belonged to a well built 80 kilo woman. Nothing much happened after that. But as they say, when things start going your way, even the unluckiest becomes most fortunate. Something happened like that. It was around 2 am when she woke up.I kept my eyes partially closed which she never saw in the semi dark coach. She looked around and started unbuttoning her blouse thinking everyone is asleep. Most probably she wanted to change her dress and since she was from a village, she hardly had any.