I lied, telling them that I had spent the whole time watching plays and doing research for writing my own ones. No way for them to tell otherwise.I wa...s exhausted by the time it was all finished. I took a cab back to my place and cried for two days straight. Maybe it was three. I missed her so much. What was she doing now? Was she dead? Did they save her?I would never know. Three years later (In the future)I forgot her smile first. Then her eyes and finally her face. Just a faint memory remained. "No problem," I replied, still not quite believing I had actually done whatI had just done."What do you think to the dress?" Naomi added. "I bet you've never been asclose as that to a wedding dress before, well, now you're on the other sideof the glass!" She smiled, playfully giggling a little."It's beautiful," I replied, blushing a little from being put unexpectedlyon the spot. "I mean, I see them through the window every day, but seeingthem up close...." I didn't finish my sentence. Naomi. That was a great welcome. Even if she is my brother’s wife and therefore taboo, Angela is a woman I love for who she is. Alan followed her and gave me a hearty handshake and his arm around my shoulder. I feel like the ‘little’ brother whenever we met. Alan is ten years older and six inches taller. Angela is four inches taller than me yet I am only a couple of inches short of six foot. In the doorway stood their ‘daily’ Janet. She smiled at me. Janet makes me think of clotted cream and pasties.. I thought. And what are you going to do about it? He took a moment to consider me and then somewhat roughly pulled me up and tossed me on the bed. He stepped out his shoes and pants and then turned back towards the bed and finished removing my top and skirt. He took my arms and pinned them to the bed with his hands and positioned himself above me. He hung there for a moment, teasing me. Turnabout's fair play, I suppose. Then he lowered himself onto me and I felt him glide smoothly inside of me..