“You don’t want to know”he replied. Gwen twisted her head to look up at hisface. “Don’t try to tell me what I want,̶...1; she said.“Would you have predicted tonight?”Art kept his memory of that first startled thought tohimself, and gallantly answered, “No, though I mighthave dreamt of it occasionally.” Gwen continued staringup at him, obviously waiting for her answer. Artlaughed and gave in.“It’s from Camelot. It’s the. She hadn't got caught so far, so I was game. My little sis was reluctant, but again, we out-voted her.Part of my motivation was to whip his sorry ass if he gave me any grief at all. I'd been tossing sacks of feed and hay bales long enough, I figured I could take any city kid in a fair fight.That fantasy died a sudden death when out of the darkness came the stage whisper: "Pssstt, over here." And I met Jimmy in one of the grape rows. Three years older, seven inches taller, sixty pounds heavier,. Nothing had changed. No new Spirit was evident anywhere.Strange things had been happening all evening so I just took this additional mystery in my stride. Not thinking there could be any harm in answering I gave the neutral non-committal reply, "How can I help you?"Well, you could have blown me over when the young woman reading put down her book and looked straight at me. As she put down her book I heard, "I love to read."Forget that the book went, 'Poof!' when she put it down. It just misted. My hard on got bigger. This was going from bad to worse."Mmmmmmmmm...maybe you're not minding as much as you're pretending", she gasped in my ear. She nibbled on my earlobe as an exclaimation point. She slid her hand in my underwear. Her soft fingers began to stroke the length of my shaft. "You're playing with fire BITCH"!Who said that? Did I just really hear that?It sounded like me.But that wasn't possible, was it?I would NEVER say that!But, I wouldn't rape her either, would I? I would.