I just have my dreams, which sometimes torture me, to be only with her, at night, in a warm place, on a bed. Here I put them all together. I was at ho...me, alone, sl**ping. It was 12 o’clock in the night when the phone rang. I answered it the fastest I could. It was her. -Hi! -she said- how are you? – I replied in a sl**py voice: -Hi! I was so good, sl**ping. – -Oh, sorry I woke you up -she said. -Never mind -I replied. She started to cry, I could hear her sobs on the phone. She managed to say:. ” I told her as I wrapped my arms around her in a soft, tender hug, she returned the hug and buried her face between my neck and shoulder, I could still feel her crying, I stroked her hair and whispered kind, comforting words to her and letting her know that it was over for now.Sonia stopped crying and pulled back from me with a shaky smile on her face, she picked up the towel and wiped her face and dried her tears.“Can we do this again?” she asked me.I smiled, “I would like that.” I told her,. With a little smile on her face, Colleen went back to sleep for a while as Bruce headed off to the factory. When she woke up an hour later, she crawled out of bed, cleaned up between her legs, threw on a short, kimono-style robe over her nakedness, and headed downstairs to the kitchen. She put on a pot of coffee, then poured herself a cup and sat at the kitchen table sipping it while slowly waking up to the day.About 15 minutes later, Walt came into the kitchen wearing an old terry cloth robe. Ken's eyes went wide, and his face flamed, and the guilt and shame that he felt welled up into a tight bitter ball in his stomach. He thought about closing the door, blotting out the intimately smiling face of the lovely black-haired girl whose flesh he had known so completely the day before, but he couldn't seem to do it. He could only stare at her, at her voluptuous body encased in a different pair of hot pants and a sleeveless jersey, her long black hair cascading over her shoulders."What.