I had been noticing little things that weren’t quite right all along, but put them down to things changing because I had been away from home so long... but what I was seeing now … this … was just … wrong. I had come to the crossing of Blanched Creek, but where was the bridge that my dad and uncles built when I was just 10? There was no sign it had been washed away in a flood. In fact, it looked like it had never even been there in the first place. The road just headed straight into the ford. And…. Now, what should we do now?”“Go home?”“Is that what you want to do?”I shrugged, joining her in looking up at the sky as if seeing it for the very first time, my heart racing as I thought about what I really wanted to do….“I want to kiss you.”“Then kiss me,” she said, her voice shy.So I did. Softly. Tenderly, succumbing to temptation and running my hands slowly through her hair as she kissed me back, her lips soft and warm, her breath scented with wine. It went on for a while, both of us lost in. "And it explains why the visions have been close together so far," Diane said. "Just like chapters of a story." Yeah, otherwise, ya would jus' get visions all the time." Which I don't fucking want anyway," Richie declared. "I don't want this to be like some fucking TV set I can't turn off." Heh, sorta like telescreens inta the past." Huh? Tele-what?"Ned rolled his eyes. "Ya need ta expand yer literary horizons more, mate. Go pick yerself up a copy of Nineteen Eighty-Four one of these. I could not move an inch as I just stayed there in the doggy position getting fucked in the ass when all I wanted to do was have a quiet rest that night.Raising my head, I tried to look back as this man mercilessly fucked my ass for some kind of reason to understand why they would do this. But then a heavy hand grabbed the back of my neck and made me sink my face again into the pillow. This guy pumped my poor anus for about ten minutes in a steady pace.Then he started shocking me more.