The last book I need is way in the very back of the old library, in a corner. I reach up and start to look through them, running my fingers over each ...pine, when your fingers run down my spine. I turn and smile at you, happy that you're not too miserable.Before I can even react, you push against me, effectively pushing me against the books. I whisper to you, "Stop it, we're in a public place." You merely spin me around and I push past you to the table at the end of the rows where I had stacked. ..I awoke then, sighed and I tried to go back to sleep, Iwanted to return to the dream. I'm sure that if I had stayed asleep Iwould have experienced a second even third orgasm.I lay for a moment remembering and subconsciously my hand slipped downto my groin. My nightie was gathered at my waist and the front of mypanties was wet. I threw back the duvet and sat up and looked down, Idid have an orgasm during the night, a wet dream!It was cold now and I realised I was uncomfortable. I wriggled. I believe another factor is the underdog syndrome. No one likes to see the New York Yankees win the World Series every year. (Well, I must confess — I do, because I happen to be a Yankees fan) And no one likes to see America doing reasonably well. Well, besides Americans, I guess. Another big factor is our alliance with Israel. The equation goes something like this: We’re on their side, hence, we must be against their side. And the attack came from ‘praise be to Allah’ extremists. I’d guess. What a lovely, easy-going guy. Devoted to his young wife - at 26, she was about five years younger than both of us - but up for some fun. Nothing wrong with their love life, but both keen to try something different."I like you, man - it'll be a laugh," he said. "Nobody's gonna be doing anything they're not up for." You coming up, boys?" called Sarah from the top of the stairs. God, that cute Irish voice.Dave grabbed another bottle of white wine from the fridge and the two of us went to.