He sat and labored to regain his breath, his passion exhausted from whatever fantasy of me had been running through his head.I pressed my hand against... my own crotch and gave myself a bit of a push to alleviate some of the building pressure, but stopped short of rubbing one out right there. I stepped back and shook my head. When did this start, I wondered? How long had he been fantasizing about me like that?I quickly, and quietly, closed the door before he removed my panties and saw me watching. It’s a myth. I read about it somewhere.” Lily was not feeling very confident of this.“I don’t think it’s a myth,” Peter said. “Something tried to kill me with sex and it wasn’t you.” Peter was exhausted and nauseous. He was still prone on the floor.They concluded whatever it was couldn’t tolerate daylight. Lily felt much better after sleeping most of the night. Peter was a wreck. She found more underwear in his gym bag, made him drink Gatorade and tucked him in her bed.They both emailed in. Dates had been few and far between lately. She was very aware that her looks had faded. When she looked in the mirror she could see her sagging breasts, her big ass and her thick waist and knew that she was no longer attractive to men. At least her legs were still shapely. She also knew that the pallor and wrinkling of her skin was caused by her aversion to the sun and her constant drug, tobacco and alcohol use.How had she come to be here? Her life started out like a fairy tale such a few years. I hated my phone. Only 7 hours had passed since I had last gone to sleep but I truly remembered at least a day in that box. I pushed my homework into my bookbag and pulled on black socks and blue jeans under protest. I sighed. There was a knock at my door.“Yeah Zoë?” I yawned.“Dean, I’m sorry I woke you up early.” She wasn’t looking me in the eye. Zoë could stare down a charging rhino.“S’OK, I wasn’t having a particularly good dream anyways,” I calculated, “Nightmare?”“Really bad,” She.