They came on my face, in my hair, and all over my body. One day my Father came in my room and found me lying naked on my bed smelling of dried cum. �...�Arthur,” he bellowed, “Get out of this house! You fucking faggot, you are no longer my son. Get out now!” I pulled on a tee shirt and jeans and somehow I ended up here on the banks of the Mississippi. Sitting there I was contemplating ending my miserable life, as I had nothing to live for. I was disowned by my family and had lost my true love. A. “Well… if this was a dream… are you the kind of guy who would want something more… fantasy like… or is this just another dream?” Her hand settled on my waist as our eye met again. Her eyes were changing, the color of her irises constantly melting and forming a new pattern. My hand settled on her free hand, and dragged it to my waistband. In real life I couldn’t have been so bold; here, in this dream? I smiled at her.“I’d never forgive myself if this was just another dream.” She bit her bottom. Tory: Tradition calls for the first round to be on the boss, so order something expensive.Jarrett led the LT into a corner: You should know rumors are flying about you in the ranks as I’m sure they are about me up in the ivory tower. The ones about me are at least a little true.Tory holding a beer: I’m sure some of the ones about us both are, but not all of them. Is that all Sergeant.Jarrett: It is.The script went on from there and ran for several hundred words. There were an equal number of,. “That’s what makes it so amazing.”In an apartment in West Virginia, Annette was rocking back and forth, searching for any sign of Betsy’s downed plane. Her far-sight gave her an advantage over any searcher. She could look over a square mile in the blink of an eye. However, there were a lot of square miles to cover in the search.She had been looking for several hours before she finally found the plane. It was in a really bad spot. There wasn’t an open place anywhere near it where a helicopter.