Leigh emailed earlier and noted that By Other Means is gone.
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Now you get :
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The gulag strikes?????
No demons were summoned (BTDT).
All is well, at least in that respect.
Off to work.
Play nice.
Irish.
The following is the honest truth so help me God. Irish
Laura.
This was before my alarm this morning and I was sleeping, or so I thought.
I was on my back and felt a weight settle against my left ankle. The feeling of when a pet cat or dog climbs on the bed and settles against your lower leg.
I twisted my foot a bit to see if it was real or not and the weight moved away.
It settled again and I heard the sound of a belt buckle being undone and zipper being taken down and pants hitting the floor.
Now I'm thinking, WTF is there someone in my room? Am I awake or dreaming?
That ethereal place where you can't move and you're awake but your eyes are still closed.
Slowly a body lay next to me and settled on my left arm. She kissed my neck.
I curled my arm around her to embrace her and she rolled up and straddled me.
I could feel the warmth between us.
There was low illumination silhouetting her outline from behind.
This can't be real I thought!
I brought up my right arm to the small of her back and could feel the cross strap of her bra that had been undone.
My left hand cupped her breast and felt a hard nipple under the sheer fabric.
She slowly undulated on top of me.
Astonished at what I was experiencing I spoke, telepathically I guess, "Tracy?" ( one of my ex's)
She slowly sat up, the dim light illuminating more of her features in shadow.
Maintaining her slow grinding she responded.
"No, Laura, from Providence ( I think). We are both experiencing emergencies and our souls are together."
She stayed like that for a little longer. Sitting upright and rocking back and forth on me.
Then, she leaned forward to kiss me.
Slowly the light behind her faded and the weight and warmth of her body lifted.
I lay there.
Questions in my mind flooded in.
I moved my arm. Turned my head and slowly cracked my eyes to a darkened room.
Shutting my eyes, I played the scene over and over again still mesmerized by what had
transpired.
It was real, I felt all the physical attributes and conversation as described.
Guardian angel? Just an extremely vivid dream? It was vivid for me.
I drifted off.
Within an hour or less, or so it seemed, the alarm went off.
The day has started.
With a big H/T to reader Mark out west. Thank you.
This clip below came up on my face-book feed last wee. Just some dude in sweat pants.
I finally got a chance to search for him and found the Youtube clip above.
Damn good job IMHO
