It would never be the same again.I don't know whether it was her talking about being able to think with no distractions, or just because I couldn't th...nk of anything to distract myself with, but I sat there and thought about everything that had happened. Her waking hadn't turned out to be anything like what I'd envisioned. Truthfully, I hadn't envisioned her waking at all, and that bothered me now. It hadn't then. What had happened had happened, and there wasn't anything I could do about it.But. Here's how it "came about."I had, over the previous two years, discovered (or re-discovered, really) that fabulous and trashy genre of literature known as the "letters" magazine. The classiest example, which most everyone knows, is Penthouse Magazine's various "Forum" columns and periodicals.But there is a nearly infinite variety of "letters" mags, at least there was, back in the 80's when I was in college (nowadays, the fabulous internet has probably devastated their former high levels of. Even with Susan's shield, Jill felt her breath catch in her throat as the wave of energy flowed between them. They stood in a trance for a long moment. Enraptured by the feeling. Students streamed by them, looking at them curiously as the two stunning women were lost in their trance. Holding each others hands and gaze."I'll see you Saturday." Susan said, sliding her hand away, sagging at the lost of contact.Jill seemed to sway on her feet. She smiled and nodded. Turning away and retreating. "Please no guessing games," I said.Wilson put his laptop down on my desk in my unit of the barge. "Take a look. This clown got arrested last night driving drunk through New Wales. He ran into a road block being set up by the sheriff. They took him in and had to inventory his shit. I saw the mug shot and read the inventory from the police report" Well the mug shot fits our description, but so do a dozen other guys," I said."How many of them have a bottle of Flunitrazepam in their pocket. It's.