Wait a minute she has blonde hair andblue eyes. I rub my eyes again and I realize I must be dreaming because Iam on top of Stephanie but I can't see h...r I only see me smiling at me."What the hell kind of dream is this." I stare into my eyes or myreflection. It is like I am on top of myself until I use both my armslike I am doing a push up and I look down between us and I see a pair ofbreast hanging from my chest and I look farther and see his penis slideout of me and I have a vagina."Oh shit. If she could hit it, the siren would go off and either scare the dog away or attract help. It took another stretch, straining against the St Bernard as he kept pulling her back onto his prick. After a few stiff bumps, she managed to break the glass and hit the button, bracing herself for the scream of the alarm. Nothing happened. Shit. They had been rewiring the systems when they did the building work on the East Wing! The alarm bells must still be disconnected. Lindas face fell as she realised. This kid was important to her because he was important to Simone. If I hadn't figured that out by then, which I had, I would have during that basket.When the basket was over, I held the ball. "Now let's switch."He looked puzzled, but kept quiet. I was going to like this kid, I could tell.This basket took much longer. Much. I nearly molested Sally right there on the court. Hell, I did molest her, and she loved it. JT's eyes bugged out as he watched how closely I guarded the smaller blonde's. When they got off the pitifully little boat, It was mid-afternoon, and Caribbean hot. The porter whisked up their backpacks as they took our first steps over the bridge into the city. A white jeep emblazoned with the blue hotel logo waited on the other side. They hopped in and watched Haiti unfold from their passenger windows.Motorcycles, often heavy laden and carrying more than one rider, are common means of transportation in that area.The sheer volume of people milling about the streets.