But it flickers.Faces and darkness separate us over and over.Now I am a lake. A woman bends over me, Searching my reaches for what she really is.Then ...he turns to those liars, the candles or the moon.I see her back, and reflect it faithfully.She rewards me with tears and an agitation of hands.I am important to her. She comes and goes.Each morning it is her face that replaces the darkness.In me, she has drowned a young girl, and in me, an old womanRises toward her day after day, like a terrible. Even though her mouth said the words, her brain felt the humiliation of saying such naughty things in front of him. What made it even worse was what he wanted her to do when he said it. "I want you to wake up now Vanessa." He smiled when her eyes opened. "I'm sorry it didn't work. Maybe next time." It was as if it never happened as she continued to stare at the metronome. Dr. Michael turned it off, putting it back over on the other table. He moved in front of her, as. After a long while, Linda turned off at the freeway exit she had been looking for for the past few hours. Their journey continued along the road that would bring them to their hideaway, an old log cabin that had belonged to a lumberjack. The cabin was on the top of a cliff and from there you could see the summer campground below. As far as she could remember, the cabin was a pile of logs held in place by weathered beams and filled with musty old furniture. All kinds of junk had been left there,. As his fingers caressed my sex I would love to say that I didn't feel anything but that just wouldn't be true, in fact it was exciting to have someone touch me in such a public place, with all the strangers around. Hell, everyone had to know what was going on between George and me; still I felt an excitement welling up inside my belly, one that had never been there before. I let my legs part just a little, just enough that he could slide his finger inside my labia. As he penetrated me I leaned.