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water colour that has somehow run a little, and I am totally amazed at the strength of this vision because vision it must be as I do not own anything like this and I distinctly remember putting my jeans and T shirt on earlier.  Where ever this dream came from it is indeed a master class in artistic imagination.  I raise my head and lean on my right elbow.  I see him standing about six feet away from me, at first just looking at me as if I am something desirable.  He moves towards me slowly and purposefully.  He is naked and I am aware that what appears slim is in fact rippling muscle.  I do not fear his approach.  I ought to fear it as he means me some form of harm, if, if I am to believe the others.  He kneels down next to me and his hands cup my face pulling my head up to meet his and I feel his lips soft and insistent.  It is the most incredible kiss.  I feel as if I am melting in to him, fusing my psyche into his so we are one, a brilliant, seductive fusion of one as if I had finally found that which I had long forgotten was missing, and his hands run gently and     urgently down my body, one cupping my left breast.  I cannot help myself.  I moan and push myself towards him.  My legs parted and raised to wrap themselves around his waist.  I grab his buttocks so firm and muscular and moan again as he thrusts into me over and over, and waves of passion take me so high I want to explode.  I can hear voices.  This is not fair.  The voices are jabbering away calling my name and they are dragging me back away from this amazing pleasure.  I protest screaming “No, no” and try to fight them off but they are insistent and I am suddenly awake  attempting to open the front door against the combined efforts of Hilda, Aylsa and Truthy.  It is a bit if a shock not to mention a great disappointment.  Luckily I really am in  my jeans and T shirt.
     
    There is not much I can say and I certainly do not want to tell them of my dream.  I am completely bewildered as if I have had a shock of sorts.  My head is spinning a little and my legs want to give way.  Hilda is genuinely concerned and blaming herself but it is not something that anyone would have expected  and I am surprised that neither of us saw him lurking in the crowd.  It was cunning as well to chose a white rose as I would have run a mile from anyone offering a red one.  They have me seated in the kitchen and whilst Truthy pours black coffee into me at a fast rate.  The others do a quick tour of the lane.  There is no sign of him and we have no way of estimating how far from the house I would have been drawn anyway.  Everything is getting to me and I suddenly find myself bursting into tears.  Poor old Truthy gets her second shock of the day.  She is so used to me being the strong one.
     
    I have known Janice since we were seven.  There are just six months between us.  I guess I have always been the more adventurous, within the limits that my brother John set.  She has always been a bit of a dreamer and likes to write poetry which is just a little sloppy but she can be great fun.  We have survived her numerous crushes on the local boys and even my brothers.  These days Benjamin and her are more like brother and sister than I think she had secretly hoped, but to be totally honest, I do not think they would have worked as anything more.  If pushed I will admit she does better than me academically and we both take the creative writing class at college where we are rivals to the last.  My poetry is really good but she can spin a story that is a knock out.  She got her nickname through some of the taller tales she used to tell when we were growing up so Truthy she has remained and I don't think she liked the name Janice much anyway.
     
    Like me she lives in jeans although usually these are complimented by quite feminine tops.  Not tacky but showing just enough cleavage to get the boys looking.  Unlike me she is still a virgin, which