Just then I gasped softly with shock as the man put his bare hands on my bare waist from both sides. This drew the attention of the man standing besid...e me. His response was to smile and move slightly in my direction, further cramping me for room between him and the guys sitting beside me. My grip on the handle tightened as the palms started running over my flat belly. Very soon he was circling my belly button. I kept as much a straight face as possible. My heart skipped a beat when he ran his. "Are we bothering you?"I squirmed as a roving hand stroked my nipple through the flimsy bikini top, my bust being just under the water line."Not at all," I managed to say, trying to keep my voice steady. "What would make you think that?"The lads laughed, and took that as permission to continue, especially as one hand had crept between my upper thighs and I had opened my legs to allow it easier access. Meanwhile, I just lay back and enjoyed it.The hands stroked my slit through the fabric, and. It was time for their sessions to come to an end. Though she couldn’t bear it, she knew that there was no putting it off. For their last time together, as patient and therapist, she put on her best happy face for him. They went through their last session as they had any other and when they were finished Chad suggested a cup of coffee in the cafeteria. ‘So are you excited about leaving the clinic, and being getting back into the swing of things,’ she asked lightly. ‘Yes, I am. You know when I. As my doppelganger in the past so eloquently put it, my future now runs backward rather than forward. Each day still runs its normal course, but when I put head to pillow, or when the dark and the dawn meet at the sunrise, my time in one day comes to an end, and in a blink I find myself in the day before."No matter where I go, the journals follow me, each one accounting for a year in my travels backward, but each revealing to me only the writing of the day before. This, I have learned, is so.