Jennifer could see from here the perfect little dimples squinting as the raven haired angel laughed. Her black locks hung in a contemporary style, not... attention drawing, but that was the point. She was a treasure to be earned. She had a medium frame and mouth watering curves that could have made the ocean jealous. Jennifer stared at her, transfixed by the tongue that fleetingly appeared between her lips, like it was dancing to tease. Jen could taste it from here. Zac wasn’t at the bar tonight.. I struggled to see who it was, but could see no one. “Do not struggle my love,” a voice said. It was a female voice, soft and mellow. It seemed to come from both within me and yet outside me. “I have come to complete the union you have longed for.” A misty shape formed beside my bed. I could not see who or what it was at first, then slowly it resolved itself into a woman, yet none that I knew or had experienced in life. She was naked and beautiful – very beautiful. She was all the fantasies I. " "Oh, all right," Andy conceded, "But I'll remember this the next time you want a shag." "If you don't get me out of here Andy," Gemma said firmly, "I swear there won't be a next time, not for you!" Reluctantly, Andy led Gemma back to the cemetery gates, still bemoaning his wasted investment and cursing his timorous girlfriend under his breath. Pulling an empty hand out of his trouser pocket he urgently searched the other. "Fuck it," he cursed, "I've lost my fucking car keys!" "Oh great,". On his return he noticed a “Traveller’s Bookshop and Stationer.” He went in to look at “New Fiction.”He was amazed at what was offered. He had read several tales about Sherlock Holmes, by A. Conan Doyle. Here was a volume by Doyle called Sir Nigel, which appeared to take place in the middle ages. Here were several scientific fantasies by Mr. Wells: In the days of the Comet and The War in the Air. And several books by Mr. Bennett. Henry had loved The Grand Babylon Hotel several years ago. What a.