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It was an abrupt sensation. Like nothing existed till that very moment. She stood looking around but nothing was familiar. Then it hit her. She was being followed. It tore thru her being, igniting a rush of blood and adrenaline. She started running blindly. She spotted an old couple just sitting there starring at her. She pleaded, “Help me!” as they simply stared and then she thought to ask them again in Italian, as it was the only other language she spoke but the stares never changed. The need to run came again so strong she could taste it. There were trees and bushes suddenly in her path with a young couple necking on a bench oblivious to her. Then in her hand was a gun. She felt like some alien’s experiment as she gave a quick look around. Not wanting to look a gift horse in the mouth, she fired trying to see who was after her. A dark figure running toward her stopped and hid. The gun stopped working so she threw it his way, turned and ran again. He would catch her and she then knew he would kill her. Felt it deep in her pounding heart. An open door loomed up in front of her. She had to hide. The rooms she ran thru where empty and endless. There was nowhere to go. He was there behind her as she reached for a window. He caught her by the shoulders and dragged her down, his weight pinning her. A scream rippled thru her mind but it came out as a whimper while she struggled frantically under his body. Her hands were trapped to her waist while she felt his breath on her neck. He had her. She was going to die. That thought shocked her. Ceasing her struggle, she held her breath and waited for death. Quiet. His weight over her. His hand came up and touched her face while his mouth moved over her collarbone. It became a kiss. He started a fire with kisses over her jaw and face; his hand traced a trail to her breast. Shock again. Her brain couldn’t fathom this. He felt so good. So right. Her body completely enjoyed it. Why had she thought he would kill her? His mouth reached hers gently and tried to gain entry. She was kissing him back now. She could hear faraway voices shouting. She didn’t understand who they were and she wanted them to stop. The weight of him lifted slowly while his kiss lingered on her lips. She didn’t want it to end. God, don’t let it end. She opened her eyes reluctantly. She was trapped on the bed under a heavy quilt. Her sister was arguing loudly with her Mom. Sudden anger consumed her. She never got to see his face. She wanted so badly to bring him back but he was gone. Why did it all have to be a dream?