”“Okay but can I give you a lift home?”“Sure if you don’t mind.”Walking into the changing room I stripped off my clothes and padded over t... the showers. It felt good to stand under the water and I let it flow over me washing away the sweat from my aching body. Standing under the water I let my mind wander to the day before. It had felt so good when I had been with Ian. He had made me feel so sexy, even afterwards I had felt wanted. Today though I just felt used and I really didn’t like that. But, I wish to stress it is a fictional story. My only aim here was to use cognitive ease to my advantage. I have tried it in smaller doses before too. But this is the first complete attempt.‘Fantasy’ is what I would be calling this series. It will feature a group of independent scenarios. The works under this title will not be a direct part of the universe I have been trying to create. The characters mentioned in this plot may, however, feature in future submissions under this title, but. Danny was the same age as Rob and I and lived in a house with his parents, which adjoined our garden, so a gate was built into the fence between the two houses. Alison placed her towels beside mine, throwing the cushions onto them before she lifted her top up over her head and pushed her thong down her legs, kicking them off to leave her naked. My expression must have given away my shock as she sat down, discarding her clothing onto the lawn and held the bottle of sun cream in her right hand. . Once there he got out his laptop and his copy of the Master PC program. Spinning up the software he called up Susan’s image on the screen. Or he tried to. No matter how many times he typed in her name, the program refused to recognize her existence. It was like she was dead as far as the software was concerned.OK, so he couldn’t reprogram her with the software. He closed down the laptop locked up the CDROM disc, and went home. Susan was fast asleep. Jim went into the bedroom and sat on one of.