The owner was an older man who showed concern, 'For such a pretty little thing', as he put it, when I introduced myself to him, under the pretence of ...looking for books of literature.He laughed out loud, almost splitting his side when he realized what it was I was supposedly looking for. 'Your in the wrong bookshop love', this is not for academic advancement, this is where men jack off', and he emphasized his narrative by giving me a wanking sign with his closed fist.When he saw my stony facial. He’d only moved a few yards when he realized his date was not following. He turned back around. She stood beneath a street lamp on a nearly deserted side street. The thickly falling snow felt like a curtain shielding them from the rest of the world. Rachel stared back him in silence, the snowflakes catching in her hair and her eyelashes giving her the appearance of a snow fairy. “It’s getting late I should get you home,’ Stephen suggested, turning once again to continue walking. ‘But it’s not. She told me that she wanted to fuck the tall blond college boy with the broad shoulders and rippling muscles. I immediately fantasized about her with her skirt bunched up above her waist and bending over holding the men’s rooms sink in her six inch heels with his thick cock penetrating her from behind. I broke out of my trance and I lead her over to the table next to the boy she had pointed out. We had a couple more drinks. Her luscious breasts were practically falling out of her top. She. "I think its where people come when they dream. At first Iwas dazed and wandered around. I was scared and angry. After a while itkinda made sense. The haze felt familiar because I been here before."Janet looked around and in the distance she spotted a solid shadow. Itstood in the field drawing in the light around it. Looking at it took herbreath away. Adam stepped into her eye line. "I don't know what it is, buttrust me something tells me its only a matter or time before it gets here."Janet.