Then at that point she starts rubbing her body against mine and I can feel her hot minty breath beat against my ear in in rapid succession as she goes...faster and faster ,then I begin to moan as I can feel my heart rate rising and my penis becoming rock hard and then she stops.‘Your guy, you have to put him back I don’t want to hurt you honey’. ‘what’ I relied and pointing at my crotch she says ‘your guy, Im going to hurt you’ I told it was okay and to continue she the gave mischievous wink. She. Sancia began to hyperventilate softly as she tried to remember if she could have possibly left it anywhere?in the bathroom, in one of her classrooms, somewhere here in the house, but she vividly remembered having it all through the day. Right up until math class at the very end.With a groan she realized someone must have snatched it from her bag at the end of class, when she was away from her desk and no-one was looking. They hadn?t stolen her bag though, just the sketchbook, and she realized. As a physician, I know lots of medicine but death is a mystery as it is for everyone else. Of course religious denominations have their unique spins, suggestions of what awaited departed ones. I had read reports of people dead, revived, returning. These departed souls rushing to where dead go, heard familiar, comforting voices, their passageway illuminated in pleasant pastel colors, flooded with vibrant light so ethereal, of such luminosity it had to be heaven hurled. These souls surrendered,. It was a public hallway, and you don't just lie there for anyone to see. I pushed Eric slightly, and he obligingly got up. His face was red, and not from exertion. He was trying to cover himself, but I had another concern. I couldn't find my bra or panties. Somewhere in the passionate tussle they'd gone missing. So I pushed my blouse and skirt down and paid a little attention to my hair.A couple of days later, when I thought over that moment, I had to ask myself: why the concern with my hair. I.