Bruce makes his way through a masked crowd, his eyes never leave my face. His features vacillate young and old, stopping at a youthful countenance. He grows closer and whispers, “Judith, I"ve missed you.” His lips meet mine and I scream, “I"m not Judith!” Walls vanish. I"m in the park with Chase. Burnt-orange leaves fall and form a maze of leaves. Chase"s face distorts, changing to Dennis Fahey"s. With a devilish grin, he makes lustful demands and pushes me into the shrubbery. I protest, trying to escape his hands. He lifts my skirt, pulling my hips from behind. Pounding my fist on the burnt-orange wall, I push through a maze of leaves; tumble and fall through empty space, landing on my bed.
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