That was the first time I dreamed of it. It had to be a dream. Nothing like it could be real. I knew that. But the scratches upon my flaccid penis the... next morning were real. I thought I must have done it myself as I experienced that nightmare.I went down the mountain the next day thinking that I would never experience such a thing again. Within a week I was spending another night alone at a location miles away from that initial apparition. I still didn't believe it was real. But, again, I was. It occurred to Alan that his arrival probably greatly inflamed the situation, as the two of them would be competing for his attention.Amy, on the other hand, was living on a different planet - a very happy planet. She seemed to be totally oblivious to the ill feelings that filled the room. Heather had opened the door for Alan, but it was Amy he greeted as she tackled him with a big hug the second the door was opened."My love!" she cried with joy, like she'd been separated from him for. Now, I honestly can’t say which I would prefer. But then again, my little angel isn’t there to help me lock the bathroom door, is she? I strip off my pyjamas and enter the game. I’m just rinsing my hair when she comes in – I hear the door open softly over the rush of the water. Shampoo suds are coursing down the front of my body like a river of milk. ‘Very nice,’ says her voice from the other side of the transparent curtain, and I assume she isn’t talking about the mosaic mirror I made out of. " I smiled down at her. Suddenly realizing she was trying to stepbackwards, I quickly let go, not wanting to frighten her. "Where are you headed?"I inquired. "You probably shouldn't be walking by yourself at night. Its a fairly safe campus, but you never know." I feltprotective towards her, she didn't strike me as particularly street-smart, andI didn't want her coming across some drunken fraternity asshole who was looking for a good time. Cautious alarm suddenlyflashed in her eyes, as she took.