"I think it's actually a little bit of both," I answered. "The not sleeping part would explain why my flashes from him are so intermittent. But even w...hen I'm getting them I can't get to him, only watch. It's obvious the images are from him, but I can't interact with any of it. It's always been memories, and even those are more like watching television. It's not even like the girl in the closet where I'm sort of there with her. So, for now I don't think there is any reason to abandon the current. He said, "Well, how does the lady feel about that?" She answered by taking his hands and placing them on her tits.As he was looking and touching and admiring, I reached down and pulled her skirt up to her waist (no panties). I then asked him to cut the light. He did better, reaching over and drawing the drape to close off the sleeper from the outside world, turned on the little reading lamp over the bed and off went the big overhead light.He then turned his attention to Dee's lovely bush and. My education began slowly sneaking out the window to have him pick me up or evening trysts before curfew. When I began to drink heavily I believe I started to come out of my shell I could excuse my behavior on the liquor and let my inhibitions go, small town chatter can be deafening.Meeting up more we became more in tune to each other I finding a taste for roughness, the smell of sweat, beer, and cigarettes. He the kind of man who would tell you that you were a whore and then the next breath. One day when she came back from her usual trip to the bathroom I stopped her. I told her I wanted to talk to her about something. We have always been close so she didn’t mind answering my query and she sat down next to me on the bed. I first hesitated but then I gathered courage and asked her about the noises from the bathroom. She was shocked to hear what I just said. But she calmed herself and told me that she would tell me in the evening when everyone goes out. I agreed and waited till.