He floated through the walls, searching, seeking but never finding.
The Dream She hated it, just hated waking up all tangled in the sheets, sweating, her heart pounding without knowing why. She reached down and checked her white nylon panties. All wet, again. Well, at least she knew why she woke up in such a state. It was one of those dreams again. Cheryl raised her head and looked at the clock. 6:14 in the morning. She let her head fall back into the...Read On