Benedict Malcolm Thomas Barrett. The prankster. One of his oldest friends. ‘Wake up, sleepyhead,’ he said, wrapping his fists around his ankles an...d pulling. Brandon grabbed the mattress, stopping himself from being dragged down the bed. ‘Where did you come from?’ He groaned again, tried to kick him but missed. Ben left his legs and they landed on the mattress with a thud. Brandon winced, flinging a kick in the air again. ‘I came in through that door,’ Ben pointed at the entrance to the room.. "You're not getting out of this one thateasily" I started to stammer a reply, but the look in her eyes told me to keep quiet. I did. She stood looking at me strangely for a minute. Almost as if she werestudying me, sizing me up. Then her eyes lit up and a slow, wicked grin spread across her face. A low chuckle emanated from deep in her throat, giving me the willies. A chill spread down my spine causing me to shiver involuntarily. "Stand up," she commanded me. I obeyed with haste."Start taking. She could feel them burning her flesh. But she did not look up she just listened to the flames hiss until she heard his instruction, ‘Lips.’ She tipped her head up to his, her eyes still closed, and she parted her lips a bit as she offered them to him. He took immediate possession of them, his lips burning hers with his strength, his dominance and his passion. She found herself melting into him, not physically but spiritually as his lips branded hers. His tongue slipped between her lips and she. Three a.m. She was tangled in the bedcovers, the blue top sheet twisted around her torso, pinning one arm beneath her. She was shaking her head slowly back and forth, saying "No, don't leave me here" over and over again in a pitiful little-girl voice."Wake up, honey. Bad dream." He squeezed her shoulder firmly, and she slowly relaxed, the tension draining visibly from her face. Then her eyes opened and she gave him a questioning look."What... ? Oh. Damn. What was I doing?" Moaning and.