" What the hell did I get up to last night." She wondered.? While showering her cognitive processes continued to return. She began to get flashbacks ...from her dream. Screaming in silence inside as her mind began receiving even more graphic glimpses of those frightful scenes.Holly suddenly realised that a lot of what she thought she dream't actually may have taken place. “Oh god how could that be? Have I got myself into this state of paranoia? It couldn’t happen, not like that. Not here, not. "Well it's really an old country farmhouse but I call it a cottagebecause it is no longer a farm. Nearly all the fields have been sold toanother farms, only the orchard and those two small fields are what'sleft of the old farm." And Skipper called it a cottage when he spoke of his dream house whenwe were on his ship. I always thought cottages were little countryhouses," observed Jennifer again."Well that used to be what they were, but now lots of people talk oftheir house in the country as a. Around nine o’clock, I went out to meet some friends from school who were hanging out downtown. By the time I got home, Mom had already gone to bed.The next morning, I woke up and walked downstairs to an empty house. It was Monday and Mom had apparently already left for work. I’d woken up with barely enough time to grab a quick shower, throw on some clothes and race off to get to my morning class. It wasn’t like her to leave without waking me up. I started to worry that my foolish actions had. Meanwhile you can see that something is going on in her head too. Asshe is making my cheeks nice and pink, she asks me if I wish my nippleswere as sensitive as hers. She looks at hers, which are standing up,and asks me if I think her nipples are a pretty color. When I agree,she takes the blusher brush, dips it into the powder, and startsstroking it on my nipples."We want to get your nipples nice and pink, too, don't we?" I feelridiculous as she is dusting the pretty ink color onto them. .