The sun was high overhead while I sat on the back deck, looking into the trees. I was home, supposedly enjoying a long weekend, and I was alone.

I continued to have that hollow, empty feeling you get when experiencing a loss. Now that I remembered, I contemplated the previous events at the Dark Corner Pocket. I thought about them often.

The hours turned to days while the days turned to weeks. The weeks now turned to months, and still, I found myself remembering everything.

This time, things were very different. I remembered every last interaction with the one I was missing terribly, Jennifer.

The past visits to that unexplained establishment, as well as the conversations I had with her, became limpid. I could see in my mind what she looked like and how she was dressed, and undressed. Additionally, that little stainless-steel device...and its effects...were continuing to pique my lustful imagination.

Now, my memory recalled what her pussy looked like, shaved clean and glistening with her essence. I implicitly remembered the finest details of how her pussy smelled and tasted, it being the best that I had ever experienced. But, most of all, I remembered the amazing person attached to those wonderful attributes, Jennifer.

The truth of the matter was, my cock got hard every time I thought of her. I reached for my phone again, looking at those photos of her spreading her legs for me. By now, I probably had manually extruded gallons of seed looking at them so often.

Although my memories had returned with a vengeance, I still couldn’t remember taking those photos of her. That remained a mystery, but I didn't care.

I wanted her. I often reflected on the memories of putting my fingers inside of her. Again, I remembered vividly putting my tongue inside of her and tasting pure ecstasy.

I wanted to be between her legs, sticking my rock-hard cock up inside of her. I wanted to fill her up with my milky white seed, followed by watching it pour out. She excited me so much that I would have no problem eating her afterward.

At this point, my cock felt like exploding, resulting in spilling myself all over the place. Then, something changed.

My penis slowly succumbed to a flaccid state. So, I let go of it and sat there becoming very aware of the fact that I was being consumed by utter loneliness and despair. I missed her to the point where it hurt. It became obvious to me that some intense connection and personal feelings were occurring between us.

So, this is what happens when we remember. This is the price I paid for the ability to retain my memories. I remembered everything, so I thought...

After several minutes of pure reflective despair, the sky became grey as a dense fog emerged from the trees. It was moving swiftly in my direction, appearing to be targeting me. Strangely enough, I did not feel the need to evade its path. There was some sense of it calling me, almost as if I could hear Jennifer’s voice.

As the fog reached me, I felt an all too familiar and unpleasant frigid breeze rush around me from all directions. Again, I experienced that sensation of floating without mass, followed by silence.

I was being consumed by that ominous vortex swirling around me. Suddenly, I was everywhere. And then again, I was nowhere... Another ethereal event?

I slowly opened my eyes after gravity seemed to regain its hold on us in the corporeal plane.

The light was a little on the dim side in this familiar room, where I thought I had frequented. I was standing in front of a pool table, noticing the balls were racked and ready to go.

After a very familiar scent brushed past my nose, I felt a hand gently touch my shoulder, giving a rather friendly squeeze. As I turned and looked in that direction, to my delight, there she was. Jennifer.

Her smile and gentle grey eyes were unmistakable. There was no question who she was, much less where we were. After months of silent searching to no avail, there we were, together again at the elusive Dark Corner Pocket. I felt like I had received a gift.

At first, I could not speak. As of past interludes with the most incredible lady I have ever known, I just visually examined her physical being. Yes, I admit it, I was undressing her with my eyes again…

This time, this enticing lady was wearing black, the most sexually alluring color, in my humble opinion.

She was wearing another satin blouse that was designed to be open below her breasts, while it somehow kept them contained. Her breasts were visible while still covering her nipples. Bonerous! (My language for my genitals displayed in a most discernibly turgid fashion.) In other words, she gave me a boner.

Her black leather skirt was just as enticing as it hung higher this time, displaying her thighs. This time, it displayed the differentiation between her thigh-high nylons and her bare, soft skin.

As I continued my visual inspection of Jennifer, I noticed her heels were higher than usual. However, this did not impede her maneuverability.

As I hungrily looked between her breasts, this time she had a black satin-finish device lodged between them, hanging from a small matching chain. Once again, I was intrigued and consumed with pure lust.

Jennifer broke the silence with, "I have called out to you. Thank you for responding to my hopeful summoning."

I responded in bewilderment, "What? Called out? Summoning? I would have searched the ends of the earth to find you. I am here under my own volition.”

"It took a long time to find you. I thought you may have been lost in the vortex along the plethora of fragmented timelines," she responded.

"The what? Uh, the vortex?” I inquired.

"I promise I will explain everything, we need to finish playing pool first," she pleaded.

I quickly responded, "Ok, I would like that very much, but there is something I need to do before that."

I walked up to Jennifer face-to-face. While looking her in the eye, I put my hands on each of her cheeks and gently kissed her on the lips.

Without protest, she kissed me back in turn. As we were now wrapped in each other’s arms, we exchanged a very long and passionate kiss.

Jennifer then said, "We should finish our game now."

I reluctantly released her from my embrace, kissed her again, and proceeded to the table. We began the game with my break that sunk the twelve-ball. I continued to sink a few more balls until I missed.

Once again, I was looking at her breasts and failed to concentrate. This resulted in me missing my shot.

While facing me, Jennifer started her run by bending over the table, displaying her breasts just like in our previous encounters. Again, she was captivating.

She walked around the table with her back to me. This particular skirt she was clad in was cut higher than her others. It did not take much to see that she had nothing on underneath, which occasionally displayed her bum and the folds of her pussy from behind.

Every time she bent over to take a shot, she let her skirt ride up a little further. I felt that she might as well have not been wearing anything at all below her abdomen. I couldn't take my eyes off of her.

The distractions continued with each additional shot when she bent over the table. She was quite aware of the fact that she was giving me many views of her pussy. I was so focused on looking under her skirt, she could have missed every one of those shots, and I would not have noticed. I was too busy appreciating her tantalizing attributes.

Now, with her back to me, she bent over again. This time, she spread her legs apart a little further than the normal amount needed for the stance to execute a shot. By now, she had become the grand master of distracting me, rendering me almost helpless. My penis was hard and thinking for me.

Acting on instinct, I quietly scurried up from behind her. With an underhand motion I reached up and touched her pussy. I took notice that it was abnormally wet. I followed up by gently sliding my middle finger up inside of her as far as it would go.

Jennifer was not going to be distracted. My middle finger was still up inside of her when she continued to take her next shot. As she recoiled her arm back, I wiggled my thumb slightly into her starfish. There I was, holding her like the proverbial six-pack. She jumped a little, but somehow still made the shot.

At this point, I reluctantly retracted my fingers from her. We had a game to play.

In turn, Jennifer was going to continue to try to distract me. With a smug smile, she bent over again with her legs spread a bit farther while she shook her bum and pussy at me. She was quite aware that my mind was focused between her legs.

I was not going to just sit there without any playful retaliation. So, this time I raised the ante. To distract her in turn, I silently snuck up behind her again. Since she still had her legs spread so far apart, I was able to quickly and quietly pull my stiff cock out, put it between her legs, and rub it between her wet lips.

Jennifer was unable to take her shot while remaining motionless with her legs spread. I quickly rubbed my cock between her wet lips for a second or two only with the intent to distract and move away.

Then at lightning speed, while still bent over the table, she spread her legs even farther, pulled her lips open with her fingers, and pushed herself backwards onto my hard cock. Before I knew what was happening, it was about two inches deep into her pussy. Approximately five seconds later, she swiftly thrust farther back pushing my cock in deeper.

Immediately, she then pulled herself forward sliding her pussy off of my cock, leaving it out in the open, hard and wet. I was taken by total surprise, and I never saw that coming…

I needed to stop and ask myself, Did I just have my cock inside of her?

I was so stunned, I had to reason out that even though it was only for a few seconds, I did have my cock inside of her moisture-laden pussy.

I guess you could call this a joke-fuck. Jennifer began to giggle, and she knew that she had gotten me this time…

As I began to think, it was apparent that joke-fuck or not, in the literal sense I did fuck her, even if it was only for a few seconds.

As we continued to play, she was on the opposite side of the table ready to take another shot when she noticed that I plopped my cock out on the side rail, distracting her again. Needless to say, she missed.

Now it was my turn. Similar to our previous dalliance, Jennifer took off her blouse, rendering herself topless. I took the moment to stare and appreciate her beautiful, large breasts.

She was arching her back a bit and pushing her breasts forward, followed by wiggling them back and forth. Jennifer grabbed her left breast and pulled it up to swirl her tongue all around her nipple. She then continued to follow suit with her right one.

Now, Jennifer wiggled her breasts back and forth again, bent over, and laid them out on the edge of the table. I was in pure awe, and there was no way that anything could pry my eyes off of her. All I could do was continue to stare at her incredible attributes.

When I thought it was safe to take my turn, it became apparent that she was not going to stop there. She now continued to distract me further by lifting her skirt, giving me an unobstructed view of her tits and pussy for at least thirty seconds.

What a view! Jennifer looked magnificent topless, with her skirt up, and wearing high heels. Except for her skirt pulled up around her waist, she stood there practically naked, displaying her secret weapons.

After coming back down to earth, I was making a feeble attempt to continue the game when she continued utilizing her little distracting techniques. Jennifer sat down in a chair facing me, spreading her legs. She opened her lips and inserted two fingers inside of herself.

Without rational thought, I said, "Oh…I see…the infamous show your tits and pussy trick."

Jennifer smiled and responded, "Oh, Andrew, you know you have always liked that."

“Yes, Jennifer, I do like that. I admit it. Just feel free to plop yourself up on the pool table, lie down, with your skirt up, and spread it wide-open for me any time you wish,” I sarcastically retorted.

With a little grin, Jennifer said sardonically, “Really?”

I was on a roll, and the check valve between my mouth and brain must have been out of order.

Without control, I blurted out, “Yes…really! With that, let’s just add that date with Verde while we are at it.”

These words escaped from my mouth, and all I could think was, Oh no, what have I done?

I knew I had serious feelings for Jennifer, and I did not want to be out of line, so to speak. How could I recover from this one? Nice move, asshole!

After an awkward pause, Jennifer, in an almost ludic fashion, displayed a little devilish grin. It was quite apparent that the gears and wheels were turning at a rapid pace inside her head. She was up to something…

She promptly walked up to the table and turned around, placing her bum against the rail on the narrow end. With a quick little jump, she was sitting on the table with her beautiful legs dangling.

This time, I was not exactly sure what was occurring. “What are you doing?” I sheepishly inquired.

Jennifer just grinned again and slid on her bum farther up the length of the table. With her back flat on the felt, she bent her knees and placed each foot against a side rail, spreading her legs. She then pulled her skirt up to her abdomen and spread her knees apart even further for me. There she was, the most exciting lady I have ever known with her pussy spread out for me to inspect.

My cock was so hard it could be my third leg…

Jennifer quietly asked, “Is Verde still clean?”

“She is clean and she never touched the ground,” I promptly responded.

With another little smile, she said, “Well then, go ahead, put it in me.”

“Before I do that, you are lying there as if you are presenting yourself for inspection…and…uh…may I…uh…inspect…your pussy?” I shyly asked.

With a little giggle, she said, “Go ahead, enjoy your inspection…I know I will.”

This time, I distinctly remember using my phone to take many photos and videos of Jennifer lying on her back on the green felt without her top and her skirt pulled up. Her legs were still spread as she opened her lips. She let me photograph her opening them up far enough to see the inside of her vagina.

Then, I experienced a moment of clarity. Strangely enough, the photos/videos that I found on my phone were events that had not happened yet. As I was conducting my photographic endeavors, I noticed the photos I was taking were the very photos I was viewing for months. Now it was starting to make sense.

After a brief pause, I continued to satisfy my sexual fantasies of capturing digital imagery of the events that ensued. I propped my phone up with the video running because I would need a third hand to continue. I gingerly put four fingers up inside of her as far as I could go. I slowly and carefully added my thumb until almost half of my hand was inside of her.

After I retracted my fingers, I observed her vaginal entrance quickly shrink, regaining its shape and size. I have to admit, this was fascinating.

I then realized that I still had a small flashlight in my cue case that I had forgotten about some time ago. I asked, “May I?”

Jennifer pulled herself open so I could insert my flashlight to view the inside. I pushed it up as far as it could go, followed by watching her pop it back out.

To my amusement, I repeated that action several times. I was amazed at the strength and control she had regarding those muscles. I could not wait to feel what she could do to my cock.

I then reached for her little satin-black friend hanging from a chain between her breasts. She told me, “This is the improved version of the other one, and you will have to wait.”

I inquired with the most intelligent thing I could muster, “Uh…why?”

Jenifer looked back at me with a big smile and boldly stated, “That is for me to use on you first.”

Before I could respond, she continued, “I desire to pleasure you before anything else.”

I just looked back at her and said, “Uh yeah…yeah…that sounds good.”

Instinctively, I bent down and ran my tongue from her ankles, licking her calves and inner thighs. With the two fingers from both of my hands, I opened her lips up and inserted my tongue inside of her. I stuck two fingers inside her and vibrated my tongue all around her lips to her vaginal opening while making a stop on her clitoris.

My face was soaking wet as I smeared it all around her pussy. Her tantalizing scent tasted like honey.

Jennifer then trembled and orgasmed right there on the table. I made sure that there was no liquid essence dripping on the felt by licking it all off of her and swallowing it. I could not believe how good she tasted. Wow!

With another little grin, Jennifer changed gears and seductively asked, “Is Verde still invited to this party?”

“Yes! Absolutely!” I quickly replied.

“Well then, do not waste any time and put it in me. Slide it into my pussy as far as it will go,” she whispered.

With that, while practically naked, Jennifer lay there on the pool table on her back. She spread her legs again and put each of her high heels next to the corresponding side rail. This incredible view had my cock so hard I could beat someone senseless with it.

I stopped briefly to appreciate the beautiful view. Then, Jennifer pulled her lips apart and said, “Put it in here, now.”

At this point, I realized that the video was still capturing this sordid moment. I knew that I could appreciate this view later, many times over.

I took Verde and rubbed the large end between her thighs. I continued to maneuver it between her lips while listening to the slurping sound of her juices. After a brief moment jiggling it through her labia and down near her starfish, I moved it back up and gently inserted the large end into her vagina.

Each thrusting motion inside of her was followed by a retracting it back out. Slowly picking up speed, I inserted Verde into Jennifer deeper and deeper with each dive.

She was so wet that it was easy to slide Verde up inside of her to the stop. I pulled it out of her and reinserted it over and over again. I continued this motion repetitively while increasing speed.

Jennifer grabbed Verde with both hands. At first, I thought she was not comfortable and wanted me to stop. But to my surprise, she assisted in the insertion and retraction.

She continued this motion, picking up speed, pushing and pulling beyond my movements. So, I just tried to keep up with her. She shoved it in and out faster and faster with each thrust. Jennifer was ramming Verde in and out so fast and hard that I thought she would hurt herself.

I knew however, that Jennifer was doing what felt good to her, so I just followed her lead. We rammed it in, yanked it out, over and over again until she began to quiver.

I took over and gently put Verde back up inside of her, moving slower and slower with each thrust. The action slowed down to no movement at all with Verde still way up inside of her pussy. I lowered it down to the table and let go. I was enjoying the view of Jennifer on the pool table with my cue stick up inside of her.

With her permission, this was all recorded digitally, and I was given the privilege of keeping it for my personal use. I was quite certain that I would cum like a horse every time I watched it.

I then slowly retracted Verde out of Jennifer’s pussy, licked her essence off of it, and put it down.

At this point, all I wanted to do was shove my plank up inside of Jennifer. I wanted to fuck her more than anything.

With a quiet and non-forceful tone, I asked her, “May I please put my cock inside of you?”

Jennifer smiled and quietly spoke, “Yes, give it to me.”

I climbed up on the table, maneuvering between her legs while I slid my pants down just above my knees. With my cock in my hand, I rubbed it between her wet labia as I did previously with Verde. The slurping sound of my cock sliding through her lips was exhilarating.

I placed my cock, just past the head, into her vagina. At this point, I became distracted because my knees were beginning to hurt. Also, I did not want to drip my pearl seed on the table. So, I asked her if she would be more comfortable on the couch.

She said, “Yes, please.”

We moved to the couch, where I removed my pants. My cock was stiff and ready to be slammed back inside of her. As I moved between her legs, she grabbed her toy and said, “Wait, lie down and let me have your cock first." I was in no position to negotiate. So, I just willingly complied.

Jennifer put her little friend in her mouth to lubricate it. She turned it on and touched the tip of my penis. There was no doubt that this was the new and improved version of this device. She continued to move it up and down my shaft to my balls and back to the tip.

Jennifer slowly and carefully inserted the end into the tip of my penis. I was experiencing something that cannot be described. She continued to slide it into me to the cap, where it was connected to the chain.

Again, I thought I was seeing stars. After a minute of her sliding her little vibrating friend in and out of me, I was ready to ejaculate. Jennifer sensed this and pulled it out.

She looked at me in the eye with an inordinate amount of urgency and said, “Now! Fuck me! Fuck me before it is too late!”

“Before it’s too late? Too late for what?” I asked.

Jennifer, in an almost desperate sounding fashion, yelled out, “Just fuck me, Andrew! I do not have time for an explanation.”

As I maneuvered between her legs, I held her lips open ready to cram my cock inside of her. The head of my cock passed through her lips and entered the opening of her vagina when we heard that low buzzing sound.

The surroundings began to fade as the air became cold. Jennifer yelled over the wind, “Don’t stop! Come on! Shove it in all the way! I need to feel all of your cock up inside of my pussy! Now! Before it is too late!”

While holding her pussy open, I shoved it up inside of her. I shoved my whole cock into her feeling the back wall of her vagina. Time was of the essence, so I picked up speed and continued to fuck her with everything I had.

In and out, in and out, faster and faster with each thrust. I held her bum up with my two hands while I continued to thrust my cock in and out of her. We were fucking harder than I thought could be done. Slam, slam, slam! I shoved it in and hit the back wall!

As she sunk her nails into my back and shoulders, my finger wiggled inside of her starfish, penetrating to my middle knuckle. My finger could feel my penis inside of her pussy through the walls of her starfish hole.

After retracting my finger, I continued to slam my cock up inside of her pussy where it felt like it was getting tighter with each thrust.

Jennifer said with a moan, “I want to feel you. I want to feel your cock throb and empty out inside of me. Come on! I want you to fill up my pussy with your cum!”

Jennifer’s kegel muscles quivered while she orgasmed with my cock inside of her. After a few seconds of her vagina shaking, I ejaculated inside of her, filling her with my seed. I felt as if the sensation was not going to stop and I extruded more cum than ever before.

As my pearl essence spilled out of her, running down over her starfish, she asked me, “Will you eat me again? Will you stick your tongue back inside of my pussy and lick out our combined juices? Will you then swallow it?”

I didn’t know if she was testing me. I just looked at her without compunction and confidently said, “Yes, of course. For you, Jennifer, anything.”

And just like that, I completed her request without hesitation. I licked it off her. I licked it from between her thighs. I licked it off and out of every little spot it had accumulated.

I looked back at Jennifer, smiled, and said, “Now kiss me.”

As if calling my bluff, Jennifer smiled and kissed me passionately. She licked the combined essence off my face and chest. She continued down and sucked it off and out of my penis. Now we were clean.

I held her in my arms like I would never let her go. We then continued to kiss each other passionately without pause.

I noticed that my cock was getting hard again whereas Jennifer was wet. I stuck my fingers back up inside of her, feeling her soft and wet flesh. Jennifer was holding my cock in turn.

I maneuvered back between her legs and put my cock back inside of her wet pussy. This time we moved slowly, feeling every bit of each other’s sensitive flesh. We were also kissing each other passionately, entangling tongues.

I felt her beginning to get tight and quiver when I ejaculated another load inside of her. As my penis became flaccid, I withdrew from her and watched it spill out again.

Jennifer looked at me. But this time I just said, “As you wish.”

When I finished licking it off of every part of her body it covered, and I do mean every part, she kissed me passionately.

Again, she licked the rest of it off of me, including sucking it off of my penis.

It was then that we noticed that the buzzing sounds and cold chill of the vortex had disappeared.

As we lay there on the couch next to the pool table, we took comfort in each other's arms. She was so warm and familiar, making it feel like this was where we belonged.

Neither of us had a stitch of clothing on, but we still felt comfortable. The temperature in this place had now stabilized at approximately seventy-four degrees.

To my amazement, the rest of the establishment slowly disappeared into a fog. The light and sound quickly followed.

The only things remaining were the couch and the pool table. Perhaps this was why nobody seemed to notice our sordid antics, resulting in the two of us fucking each other's brains out.

The two of us were relaxed in an unmistakable calm. I just held her in my arms.

I looked at Jennifer and reluctantly said, "I have many questions."

Jennifer smiled back at me and quietly uttered, "I bet you do, Andrew. I bet you do."

I was getting spooled up with a plethora of questions that may have sounded like machine gun fire. But, with the risk of making Jennifer upset, I backed off.

I just asked her, "How are we still here... together?"

With her unmistakable smile, Jennifer said, "We are supposed to be here. It will all be clear very soon."

I noticed that when my cock was up inside of her, our little existence remained in the same plane. We were linked as one.

So, I had to ask, "Is this...uh... you know... the old Gatekeeper and the Key master trick...?" Ok, well it sounded good at the time...

Jennifer laughed a little and said, "That's one way to word it."

Anyway, it did not matter at this point. I was just elated that we were together.

I was beginning to understand and reason out that she was of the utmost importance to me. There was more that I was remembering about her; I just couldn't put my finger on it.

Then, in a moment of clarity, I realized I knew this lady. It is becoming quite apparent that I had known her for a very long time. Maybe a lifetime...

I also knew that I loved Jennifer dearly. Something inside of me told me, "She is the one."

As we lay there, I gently ran my fingers up and down her naked body. Her breasts felt so warm and inviting.

After touching her pussy and sticking my fingers back inside of her, my cock once again grew to life and stood at attention. I asked myself, How did I acquire all of this energy?

Jennifer became wet when my fingers were inside of her. So, I asked her, "May I have you again?"

Before she could answer, that buzzing sound returned, and the room filled with very cold air. It was even colder this time.

With an extremely frightened look and elevated tone, she said with urgency, "Andrew! Please fuck me again! I need you to put your cock back inside of me...Now!"

As the room continued to step out of phase, I took the plunge and rammed my cock as far up inside of her as I could. Again, we fucked the life out of each other. We fucked harder than we did in the previous drillings.

While my cock was still buried inside of her, what was left of this little plane of corporeal existence remained. The bubble surrounding us was smaller, but the pool table stayed in place.

We were exhausted by this time. Still, I kept my cock inside of her until it was so soft it fell out. Even Jennifer could not squeeze her fun muscles enough to hold it in.

With my arms around her, we drifted off to sleep...

Much later:

I opened my eyes and found myself lying in bed next to my wife, Jennifer. I looked at her and stared for a little while.

Jennifer smiled back at me and said, "Good morning! You don't usually stay in bed this long."

She then asked with concern, "Did you have one of those dreams again?"

"Yes, I did," I mumbled.

I looked at her again in disbelief. I said out loud, "It was you! It was always you!"

"Do you want to tell me about it?" she asked with more concern in her voice.

I said, "I promise, I will tell you everything... just not now."

Jennifer understood and put it to rest…for now.

She then asked, "Want to go down to the basement and play pool?"

I just stopped and stared with that WTF look.

As Jennifer was hopping into the shower, she looked back, smiled, and suggestively said, "If you win, you could fuck me on the table."

Epilogue:

Many years have passed since I visited, or needed to visit, the Establishment of the Dark Corner Pocket. My memories have all returned with clarity without fading.

Besides the place where one may unwind, let their guard down, or just conduct themselves respectfully in a fashion that is not conducive to the professional world, this is a place where fantasies are fulfilled.

I never had to worry about who might be watching or judging. Besides, I am willing to bet that there are many others who have or want to find solace in this type of ethereal plane of existence.

There is no doubt that this mystical place was derived straight out of my imagination. If there were such an establishment, one may find it very difficult to leave, and possibly become trapped.

As far as I can fathom, my subconscious was calling me to Jennifer for a lifetime. As you may have read in my "Dirty Little Soul Mates" series, Jennifer has been brought back to me after many years. Now, after all this time, she is my beautiful wife. She is the love of my life as well as my best friend.

Jennifer is the only one whom I have fantasized about. This also includes our current and past exchange of digital fun. No one else could ever walk in her shoes.

I always wanted to sexually play with her, as well as just hold her in my arms. After many years of suggestive interludes without contact (which I call the lost years), my fantasies are now a reality.

It is ironic that in the old days, we were both pool players. We had no idea that the other enjoyed billiards. So, that was one of the very few things we never thought to discuss. Perhaps we were just too busy playing with each other's attributes instead...

I surmise that these visits to the "Dark Corner Pocket" were my dreams that were calling out to each other. In our previous lives, we both lacked the understanding, adventure, excitement, and love needed in our lives.

I do believe that the events, thoughts, fantasies, or dreams we shared were mostly telepathic until our time back together was possible and realized.

As far as the establishment of the "Dark Corner Pocket" is concerned, it was never found. The truth of the matter is that this place is our basement. When the kids are away, we play "Dirty Pool" regularly. In other words, when the mice are away, the cats play...hard.

You may read or have read my "Dirty Pool" series, which discusses the art, rules, and adventures of our negotiated and exciting version of the game. This "Dark Corner Pocket" series is a backdrop for the principles of "Dirty Pool."

This is one of many ways we keep each other young. Remember, “One who acts One’s age will be the first who will grow old.”

Thank you for taking the time to read my experiment in authoring this quasi-sci-fi series. In my humble opinion, it is like a cross between sci-fi and a chick flick.

I hope you have enjoyed reading about the establishment of the "Dark Corner Pocket." In the future, my wife and I may return to this place and create more adventures, or just play Dirty Pool at home, or both…

As always, the names have been changed to protect the Guilty as Charged.

In closing, if anyone is curious about my friend Verde? She, and everything about her, really does exist...