By AnnLeigh Clair McGregor
Date: 19 November 2000

Outside The Room (more)

The mass of huffing and puffing and sniffing and touching began to take shape. She turned as if to flee down the hall to maybe more terrors sensed earlier and found herself kissed ... neck ... lips ... neck again by a form lifting her back to the bedroom.

She felt herself rise with movement. The steps! She tried breaking free. Actually set down and untouched for a second gave her thoughts of still escaping. She backed-up one, then two steps ... faster! She might make it yet! Make it? She realized she was headed in the direction she had would have been carried. She collapsed at the thought deciding to be difficult no matter what her fate ... then terror for something vaguely familiar.

The touches were still gentle, lingering. Some felt like kisses. Neck ... forehead ... neck ... fingertips. She started to cry. Soft sobs. For the life of her, she didn't know why. Neck ... forehead ... neck ... fingertips ... and then what seemed to be a gentle hug and nothing more ...........

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