“Hello . . . who is this?” asked Amy.“You know me . . . it’s Mike. We talked by the buses on the last day before break.” Amy’s heart began...to pound faster and faster. To herself . . .‘He really is calling me? I’m like less than a freshman in middle school and this guy is like a junior.’ She switched it onto speaker phone. “Oh . . . hi, this is a special surprise. How have you been?” Is that too lame, she thought saying what she had just. There was no thought of separating herself from the agony of her body so that it could dissipate. There was no thought at all – only pain.After a moment, she noticed she was shaking and holding her belly. Her hands were shredded where she'd yanked them free of her confining manacles, and she couldn't seem to catch her breath. A whimpering sound filled her head, preventing her from being able to think. The strange, eerie sound seemed to interfere with her breathing, as. Rivera opened his eyes. He saw that he was sitting behindthe wheel of his BMW in the parking lot of his local Stop &Shop. "Guess I dozed off there for a little while," hesaid. He noticed that he felt fresh and invigorated. "Thatlittle nap really helped," he thought as he engaged theignition and began the short trip home.The next day Dr. James Rivera sat in his office in the TGIBuilding with a red face. His face was red because he wasembarrassed. He was embarrassed because he had. Blonde hair. Attention-grabbing blue eyes. She was also petite with a flawless pair of B-cups that always seemed to sport hardened nipples under whatever she wore. She was 5'6". She weighed about 130 pounds. She would often rub up against Vaughn or touch him when they talked. Vaughn had noticed her sexy work outfits many times on her nicely stacked frame. She had been attracted to him for months. She had never been with a Black man but if she had to choose one, it would have been Vaughn. He was.