The roar of thunder and the flashes of lightning that lit up my window seemed to be the reason why I has woken up. I quickly touched my shirt to see if it was ripped. It was not. I sighed as I reminisced about the dream I had, dreams if I was being precise. But of all the episodes, the last one had gotten to me the most. Did I desire William so much that I made up mental sceneries to somehow catapult me to where he was? It felt like I was somehow abusing him, in my mind, but I liked it. I still lay back as I slowly touched my left breast where his hand had been. I closed my eyes and remembered how it had felt. My lust was building up at that very moment. But then it hit me.
It was not really William. It was the same man I always saw in my dreams who never revealed his face. But I finally
