Jeffery’s eyes popped open at 2:26 a.m.. His dick was throbbing. At some point, Armani had climbed into his bed and nestled next to him.“What are ...ou doing,” the chaperone asked.“I was scared in that bed,” Armani purred.“Scared of what?”“The dark,” Armani whimpered gyrating his cute ass.“Well...Uh...We can leave a light on,” Jeffery stammered getting up.He watched the defeated 13 year-old move back to the other bed. For the past few years, Jeffery had a recurring dream. It was that fateful. That side fought more then ever. She couldn't help it. She clentched a fistfull of fur trying to stop the impending orgasm. She tightened her teeth together trying to stop it. Her clit rubbed up against the creatures fur. She fought. Her nipples brushed it's hairless abs with only a trail of hair under the belly button. She fought. It's heavy, hot breath on her chest. She fought. One hand on her shapley thigh the other holding her ass. She fought.She looked up and screamed an orgasm that made. It?s hardly appropriate to wear a bikinibottom only. It?s part of a set, you know; they?re supposed to gotogether. Don?t think you?re going to wear that little skirt and gotopless! Come on, put it on,? said Bill, picking the top up off the bedand handing it to Sam.Sam looked dumbly at the top for a second, then was almost surprised tofind his hand reaching out to take it.?I?m not sure this will fit,? he said.?There?s only one way to find out,? said Bill.Sam looked at the top dully, wondering. ’ ‘And you don’t exist,’ I looked at him seriously. I knew this was a dangerous game to play, talking to a man who didn’t exist, a figment of my imagination, a mere hope for something permanent. ‘I’m here to talk about the thing,’ he insisted, ‘you need me.’ ‘I need you to exist,’ I turned from him and ran tensed fingers through my newly dyed hair. This was the best I had, the only man I could trust was one that my brain had decided to make up for me, no one else. This was my secret. .