“You mean my day with Walter and my evening with Walter and Martha!” Looking at Sarah, Margaret asked “Am I ready to hear this? I haven’t gott...en over what I saw yesterday and Frank refuses to believe it. “I have no idea what Samantha did yesterday or last night, since I was in bed when she got home.” Sarah responded. “What did you see yesterday? Samantha asked Margaret. “Martha and Sampson were fucking like teenagers!” Margaret responded. “Yeah, I know, we compared notes last night and agreed. ” John was brought back to the pearl white sand and the beach, the sinking sun shining on his face, by the sound of Daniel the cat and his meowing scratchy voice. John lost sight of Aya’s mother like a shimmering mirage that disappeared when the desert sand cooled. John felt Daniel’s claws digging deeply into his forearms, breaking the skin and distracting him, long deep scratch marks drawing his blood. “John pay attention; get a grip you loser. Don’t listen to her; she’s just an apparition.. Instead, it felt like I was being sucked through a tiny hole and everything went black.***“Honey, wake up, you were screaming.”That voice, I remember, was Josh’s. I slowly open my mind and there he was, smiling down at me.“What happened?” I mumbled.“You had a nightmare and it must have been horrible because it took me a good five minutes to wake you up while you were screaming and thrashing on the bed.I was confused, but then the dream came back to me. I had been dead and had seen Josh and Rick. Now granted, I haven’t seen many, but catching a glimpse of her ever-so round 34 dd’s through her shirt, was almost enough to make me climax there and then. What really caught my attention though, were two of my other friends sitting to the left of me. Both blonde, one of them taller than the other with curves to die for and the other more petite, who’s beauty I can never fully comprehend. Having known each other for a long time, these two knew each other intimately and were both pretty hyper.