The cool working wonders to heighten the effects.Whether Steph realised it or not though, her dream was not entirely staying in her head. Her hand wa...s downstairs while on the massage table. The masseuse took it as an itch or just a comfy position for her arm, and thought nothing more of it and continued the massage.Back in Stephs dream it had moved on, she was out for a run on a nice sunny day with a slight breeze, during her usual route round the park and back. On the way out her hot man. . living ones anyway. Sir Adrian had suggested as much in his note. Strike hard and fast and get your head under a large rock before the shit starts flying again until it all blows over.I could do that!It was about mid afternoon now and the skies were getting darker with the promise of heavy rain with much of the daylight now gone. In annoyance I resisted the very sensible notion of following the hill trail back north to the camp. The idea of more walking up and down the innumerable small hills. That left Sunday and there was the assistant pastor’s wife who had been more and more friendly to him and who he thought had dropped some veiled hints. Wouldn’t that be something? Would it be prayer-fucking? Things like that kept his life interesting because the work he did certainly wasn’t and he had few other interests to stimulate his mind.That brings us back to the opening sentence of this narration. He just had to figure out how to asked them in a way that would encourage revealing. His eyes started taking in the visuals around theroom and finally rested on the face of Hema.For a moment she felt guilty, but composed herself and said, "Hi, I amHema. I heard a sound and saw you lying in a pool. Brought you home,cleaned you, removed your clothes, called a doctor and got you treatedand finally dressed you."He replied equally at ease, "I am Giri, a motorcyclist hit me and Idon't remember anything afterwards, anyhow thanks for all."He stood up and extended his hand and felt.