He had a vague memory of everything sliding sideways, the hallway lurching as he was carried, and then ... nothing.He had slept better than he could h...ve imagined – he had expected nightmares, at the least. I guess all that practice at the archery butts paid off, he mused as he slowly got dressed. It had been a strange experience, yet somehow so calming, standing next to someone and firing arrow after arrow, not even looking to see where he’d hit, trusting his aim and losing himself in the. Then it cleared, with extreme clarity. More so than my normal vision. And then the door popped off as a massive wall of water blasted through and flooded the plane. My heart still pumping, even after a metal door hit me in the face, at full force, I could clearly see, through the dark, murky water, that the pilot had drowned long ago. I looked back, and saw that the entire plane was now flooded. Many of the other people had been caught by surprise, and had been knocked unconscious or killed by. He was her man, of that there was no doubt in her mind. He was authority, stability, wisdom and dealt out devastating orgasmic trauma that split her soul and sent her drifting in some bizarre psychic/spiritual place. And she loved him with a ferocity that sometimes startled her. No, there would be no replacing Philip. Yet Dr. K was somehow hers too. His smile told her so as did that gentle, sweet soul stuffed inside a tall, burly old man’s body. He was just the kind that, had he been forty. As I opened the book, image after image jumped up at me. Men and women, naked doing terrible things than would make a penguin cry. Men sucking and fucking men, women fucking men, and even women with animals, toys, women, children: every sexual fantasy flew up at me in a matter of seconds. My world came crashing down upon me as I faded to black (yes, I passed out due to porn, give me a break, I was a fucking wuss).I woke up with an unnatural sight hanging over me: tits. Yes not breasts or.