Itis the story of my life. It's not everything that happened in my life- just the part that makes my life story a bit different from otherpeople's liv...s. Why am I writing it now? I could not have know yearsago what I now can see so clearly today. The passage of time hasafforded me the knowledge and understanding that only comes afteryou've lived long enough to see the larger picture that has been yourlife to that point. Some memories fade - perhaps in my case they werethe bad memories; leaving. Then she began on the buttons of her blouse. She was very methodical, working her way from top to bottom without hesitation, her gaze only flickering to the window for an instant as she tugged the blouse free of her skirt and slipped it off her shoulders. She paused only long enough to unfasten the buttons at the cuffs before slipping her arms out, one at a time, and holding out the blouse for me to take.When I had done so she instinctively dropped her hands to her sides for a moment to. The overhead light went out. There was still light radiation. It made her eyes hurt, but she couldn’t see. As her eyes adjusted to the darkness, it seemed to be reddish, rather than pitch black. Once again, the only visible light was the flickering of the pinball machine in the next room.“I know you can hear me,” the voice called out. “I can tell you’ve escaped. The smell of the crypt is unmistakable.”He started down the stairs. “How do I know you’re loose? You tripped a motion detector – a. ” As she was talking I moved closer to her. I got up from the bed and swept her into my arms. My lips melded with hers in a passionate kiss. Our tongues met and tangled together as my hands moved down to her ass, pulling her tight against me and my hard on. She immediately pulled back and giggled as she untangled herself from me. “Oh, no you don’t! I’m horny-as-hell too. Hurry up and get dressed so we can get dinner over with.” Reluctantly, I agreed. Chrissy’s imagination in the area of sex.