He knocked louder and the sounds quieted but nobody answered."Heather, it's Tim. Open up. Heather, open the damn door!" He pounded on it with his fist... Was she sleeping with somebody else? He slapped the door with an open hand over and over until he heard the deadbolt slide. A tall black man with a blanket wrapped around his waist answered the door."What you poundin on the door for?" he said, looking down at Tim."Hey, sorry dude," Tim backed up. This had to be Brianna's date, although I can't. The car skidded a bit, the anti-lock brakes kicked in and I watched in horror. My car stopped about three feet from the side door of the car in front of me. I gazed out of the front of the windscreen and stared at the blue car in front of me that had swerved to avoid the collision. I Looked to my right and then I remembered that there were white lines on the road that I had crossed. I should have stopped, it was all my fault. I had been driving along a very narrow lane and was approaching a. Mindy felt as if she were floating. She was vaguely aware of eating – her appetizer most likely. Then, she sensed movement, perhaps her own. Yes, she was walking. Somewhere. It didn't matter where. There was a door opening and closing, and her skin felt exposed. Hands were touching her, softly, lovingly. These sensations vanished, and the door opened and closed again. She walked again. Or was she merely floating? It was so hard to tell. It was so unimportant to know.Mindy looked up and saw her. As I boarded in bus and I was surprise to see a girl of around 29 years of fair color, our journey began at around 8.30 pm I felt sleepy due to cold breeze coming from the window. After around one hour passed I felt that someone has touched the feet. I thought it is due to bus effect and I slept. Again after half an hour I felt my feet being touched; I started looking down and saw Billo giving smile I understood the whole situation but I pretended as if I felt nothing. Let me tell something.