As I approached my climax I could only hope that she was approaching hers too. Well I hoped but then again I really didn’t care. I had reached that ...oint in time when the little head always tells the big head what to do. At that moment my little head was saying, “Fuck her! Fuck her good!” I must admit that I agreed with my cock so I started fucking into her faster, stronger, and deeper than before. I was thrusting my cock into her and forcing her body up the bed toward the headboard. She was. He told me ‘The Dream is never over’. It was a creed he lived by. ‘The Dream is NEVER over’. I try to live by it too now. It is the perfect epitaph for a wonderful human being,because even though he has gone, his dreams live on in all of us and in his many films.’ I sat down next to Karen. She put her arm around me. ‘That was perfect. I’m so glad I found you.’ ‘Thank you. I should never have left you that time. We could have worked it out. It was a stupid decision brought on by shame.’ ‘Shame?’. "I had a better night. Not as much pain and you were right, the gown didmake it easier to turn over. I guess I owe you for suggesting it."June said, "Well, I'm glad I could help. I like the color of your gown.Take your robe off and let me get a better look."I hadn't thought, but my gown was clearly visible below the bottom of myrobe. What could I do? She had already seen it and after all, it hadbeen her idea. I stood up and took my robe off and laid it on the backof the chair. I decided to have. It was heavy in her hands, it didn’t look as old as the others. Maroon in color, it resembled a bulky encyclopedia volume more than anything else. The cover was a velvety texture, and the words on it were… ‘Book of Griffen-El: The History of Hoptet-Mi…’ Hannah spoke smiling. Turning to Timothy, ‘That’s a catchy title. Sounds like some epic fantasy tale.’ ‘Who wrote this book?’ Timothy asked the old man. Looking up at the two, the old man’s haggard face brightened – a semi-toothless grin.