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Amanda let out a small eep and pulled the covers up to her neck. She frantically glanced around the room, and her eyes caught sight of nightshirt. It was on the ground by the large windows, clear across the room. Her body was quivering now from that creeping fear deep within the primitive places in her mind. Every instinct of man told her the dark truth. The creature had found her and forced itself upon her all too-willing body.
The more rational side of her mind agreed. There was no other explanation for why her nightshirt laying way over there. She would never have removed her clothing and thrown it away. Her dream had also been too vivid, too real. No dream she’d ever had before had been that exhilaratingly, magnificently real. The feel of the creature as it slid along her tig
