This story contains sexual words, acts, and themes.  
If you aren't 21, go away. If you don't think this is 
normal where you live, go away.  If, on the other 
hand, you ARE 21, and you DO think its normal, and you 
like this sort of thing... read on...

This is my offering for the Halloween story event.  
Unless I come up with another.  If you like it, email 
me, ok?  If you hate it, maybe you SHOULDN'T email me.  
;-)

And now... on with the show....

'Only in My Dreams' (M/F bond f-solo) by Pami 
(pami1968@aol.com)


"Let it go, Kathryn! Let GO..."

They were the words that stuck in her mind as she woke 
from the frenzied dream.  She was panting as if she 
had sprinted down the block, and she was sweating 
although she had kicked off her covers.  She looked at 
the clock across the room.  1:47 am, it read, the 
greenish glow cast by the numbers faintly illuminating 
the bedroom.  Kathryn struggled to remember the dream 
that had awoken her but all she could remember was a 
faint impression of being frightened and a burning 
sexual need that was still imprinted on her body.

She shifted on the bed, and grimaced as she felt the 
wet spot underneath her bottom.  She was as aroused as 
she could remember being, and she knew that it was all 
due to the dream.  Her hand slipped down to her 
wetness.  Her silky nightgown had twisted itself above 
her hips, and her pussy was exposed to her waiting 
fingers.  Kathryn slipped a finger between her moist 
lips and sighed as she came into contact with the 
slickness of her engorged clit.  She rubbed lightly 
back and forth over the tiny kernel of flesh, moaning 
at the pleasure that rushed through her.  She spread 
her legs further and pulled her knees up so that her 
feet were flat on the bed beneath her.  Pulling her 
clit through her fingers, she felt almost as if she 
were jerking herself off, or what she imagined it 
would be like if she had a cock instead of a pussy 
between her legs.  

It wouldn't take long, she thought fleetingly, as she 
moaned softly.  She felt the pleasure build inside her 
and as she crested the peak into orgasm, she had a 
vivid vision of blazing green eyes burning themselves 
into her soul as she cried out her pleasure.  

Relaxed, Kathryn rolled over and went back to sleep.  

**************************************************

Kathryn started awake with a small scream.  Her entire 
body was suffused with warmth and she could feel her 
juices puddling underneath her body.  Her face felt 
flushed and she was sexually aroused.  She glanced 
over at the clock through the darkness. 3:58 was the 
time according to the fluorescent numerals glowing on 
the front of it.  She had a memory of a man's laughter 
ringing in her ears, and somehow she knew that it was 
the man she had been dreaming about for weeks now.  
She couldn't put the dream together, but each time she 
had it she woke up with her body on fire with lustful 
cravings.  Each time, Kathryn could remember small 
details of a male presence.  So far she had an image 
of thick dark curling hair atop a swarthy complected 
man with green eyes.  She was mesmerized by the 
emotions this dream engendered in her.  Every night 
she awoke in the middle of the night she was bathed in 
a mixture of fright, mortification, and carnal need.  



This night was no different, and her right hand 
slipped easily to her dripping pussy.  She was so 
close to orgasm, and tonight she flicked briefly over 
her clit before dropping her fingers to the tiny hole 
that was generating so much heat.  Kathryn slipped her 
forefinger inside her passage, moaning at the 
penetration that was so close to what she wanted, but 
not quite enough.  She quickly joined her middle 
finger to the first, and she slid them in and out 
slowly.  

She could feel the slickness of her inner membranes 
part for her touch, and she began to pick up the speed 
of her thrusts.  Kathryn could hear herself panting 
with her mounting passion, and was briefly glad that 
her windows were closed against the chill of the 
autumn air.  The neighbors had no need to know what 
went on in her apartment, after all.  Finally, she 
reached her peak, and let out a sharp cry.  Her 
pleasure was sharpened by the fact that her left hand 
was unconsciously squeezing her left nipple hard just 
at the moment of her orgasm.  The twinge of pain 
seemed to raise her just little bit higher on the 
plateau of passion.  "Good girl..." she thought she 
heard a deep voice mutter as her body convulsed.

Exhausted and a little bewildered, Kathryn rolled onto 
her right side and drifted off into a dreamless 
slumber.

*****************************************************

Her daily life continued much as it ever had, although 
Kathryn's nights were interrupted more and more 
frequently by her dreams/nightmares.  Work was its 
normal 8 to 5 grind, and if she was a little less 
productive than usual, no one noticed other than her 
good friend Lara.  Lara asked her several times over 
the past month if she was coming down with a cold or 
the flu.  Kathryn just laughed it off and continued to 
work.  

The dreams were becoming more common although at first 
they had been rare, and as September dragged into 
October, they picked up in frequency.  Kathryn had 
started to keep two things by her bed at night.  
First, a small notebook with an attached pen, because 
she remembered hearing somewhere that if you write 
your dreams down while they were still fresh in your 
mind, you could piece them together later, when you 
woke up for real.  The second was a dildo.  She hadn't 
ever owned one before, but there had come a time that 
fucking herself with her fingers in the middle of the 
night hadn't given her the thundering climax that she 
needed to fall back asleep.  So she had surfed the net 
and ordered one from one of those places that 
guaranteed delivery in a plain brown wrapper.  Seven 
days later, she was holding an 8-inch plastic phallus 
in her hand, finding it hard to believe that she had 
actually bought it, and even smiling a little.

Kathryn had always been a little repressed, sexually.  
She had lost her virginity at age 23, mostly because 
she wanted to see what all the fuss had been about.  
She wasn't impressed.  Over the subsequent years, she 
had indulged a few times with a few different lovers, 
occasionally reaching orgasm with them, but overall, 
sex wasn't something that she thought about much.  
Now, at 36 and still single, she figured that her 
sexual peak, such as it was, was over, and she settled 
in to what she considered staid spinsterhood.



Her outward appearance was conservative.  Her work 
wardrobe consisted of skirts that came to just below 
her knee, button down shirts, and the occasional 
blazer for cooler weather.  She wore her hair up in a 
bun every day, and didn't bother with makeup.  Her 
lingerie consisted of sensible cotton panties and 
matching soft cup minimizer bras.  

At night, though, when she was alone, Kathryn brushed 
her dark hair 100 strokes each evening after taking 
her evening shower.  Her hair was quite thick and 
wavy, which was why she kept it pinned up every day.  
It wouldn't do for people to see her unprofessional 
locks flowing past her shoulders, she thought.  Each 
night she slipped into nightgowns made of silk or 
satin, with perhaps a bit of lace to adorn them.  They 
were her secret vice, and she loved the feel of the 
soft material against her skin.  Her breasts were 
larger than they appeared in her basic bras, and the 
nipples were large and tended to grow erect as the 
delicate fabrics caressed them each evening.

No one had ever seen the correct Kathryn Evans in any 
of her sensual underthings, with her hair in loose 
waves just kissing the tips of her firm breasts.  None 
of her lovers had ever taken the time to care, and 
indeed, Kathryn herself would have been embarrassed 
for anyone to see her.  On extremely rare occasions, 
Kathryn would masturbate herself to orgasm while she 
was in a bubble bath, but that was only every few 
months when the need became too strong for her to 
control.  She felt that it was shameful and that no 
moral woman would do such things to herself.

The onset of "the dream" during the summer months had 
changed that.  She wasn't sure if it was a dream or a 
nightmare, and she was too unsettled by it to care.  
Each time she had "the dream", Kathryn woke to find 
herself bathed in perspiration and sexually aroused to 
a frenzy.  She had never had erotic dreams before, and 
it worried her.  She never remembered the plot of the 
dreams, but occasionally she had faint impressions as 
she started awake.  There was a man in the dream, and 
he had a deep voice.  Sometimes, she felt like she 
could feel his tongue on her body, licking and kissing 
and caressing her until she could scream.  Sometimes 
she swore that she felt his hands on her, ungentle and 
almost rough as they touched her nipples, belly, and 
vulva.  But every time she dreamt, she woke up in the 
dark, alone, and needing to climax before she could go 
back to sleep.

**********************************************

On the morning of October 29th, Kathryn went to work as 
usual.  She looked worn out, and her friend Lara 
commented on it.  She had small circles under her 
eyes, and her face looked pale against the white 
oxford cloth of her shirt.  She knew it was because 
she had experienced her now usual dream each night for 
the past two weeks.  There hadn't been a break at all, 
and each time her body needed more and more pushing to 
burst over the wall into orgasm.  Just the dildo 
wasn't enough.  



Kathryn had braced herself over the past couple of 
weeks for what she knew she had to do.  She had driven 
to a large town about 50 miles away to an adult toy 
store, where she had actually gotten up enough nerve 
to go inside and make a purchase.  She had gotten rid 
of the notebook (it was blank anyway... she was too 
busy when she woke up to write anything!) and now next 
to her bed lay the original dildo, a set of nipple 
clamps, a slim anal vibrator, and a ball gag.  
Kathryn's moans of passion from her nightly exertions 
had increased in volume, and she discovered that she 
couldn't control herself anymore.  She used the ball 
gag now before she went to bed, knowing that her 
screams of ecstasy would be muffled enough to keep her 
neighbors from wondering what was going on.  

Kathryn knew something was wrong with her, but she 
just couldn't bring herself to consult a mental health 
professional.  She had started to look forward to 
falling asleep now, just so that she could awaken in 
the middle of the night with her body on fire.

Kathryn found herself going in to her boss' office 
that day tell him that she needed to leave early.  
Lara was right, she thought, she WAS ill, and she 
needed to do some soul searching.  Keith barely looked 
up as she talked to him.  She had always been almost 
non-existent as a person; that she needed some time 
off was unexpected, but hardly a catastrophe.  He 
carelessly told her to take the next couple of days 
off too, and he would see her on November 1st.

**************************************************

That night was no different from the previous week's 
worth of nights.  "Soon my sweet..... Soon...." she 
thought she heard as she started awake.  Kathryn 
immediately looked at the clock.  5:07.  The time that 
she awoke each night had grown later and later.  She 
reached for her toys and quickly masturbated to a 
strangely unsatisfying orgasm.

She spent the rest of the day lying on her couch.  She 
wondered what could possibly be wrong with her. She 
didn't do anything productive all day, which was very 
unlike her sensible self, and she finally went to bed 
around 10 pm.  It didn't really matter what time she 
went to sleep... she knew she would be awakened by 
"the dream".  Strangely, part of her was looking 
forward to it.

**************************************************

Sure enough, Kathryn awoke to the darkness of night.  
She glanced over at the clock out of habit, and was 
slightly surprised to see that it was 12:01am.  The 
time didn't matter, though, she was horny.

As usual, she had kicked off her covers and lay 
exposed from the waist down.  She could smell her 
arousal, and she had learned to almost delight in the 
way that her juices lubricated down the crack of her 
ass.  She was hot as hell tonight, and she leaned over 
and opened the window next to the bed, enjoying the 
fresh cold air as it rushed through into the heated 
room.  She picked up the nipple clamps first.  She 
pushed her silk gown underneath her breasts, exposing 
the pale flesh to her gaze.  Her dark pink nipples 
were erect with her excitement and the coolness of the 
air, and she easily clipped the metal jaws to the 
ruched flesh, wincing as she did so.  After they were 
attached, she pulled experimentally on the chain, and 
moaned through her gag as she felt the tug run through 
her body to her pussy.



She pulled herself to her knees and felt on the floor 
for the two dildos lying there.  She knelt on her bed 
as she tested the anal vibe to make sure the batteries 
were working.  She smiled inwardly as she felt it 
spring to life.  She reached back, between her legs to 
run it into her dripping pussy.  She had discovered 
that when she covered it with her juices, it slipped 
deep into her ass easily, stimulating parts of her she 
didn't dare to dwell on in the light of day.

As she thrust it into her tight channel, she almost 
jumped out of her skin as she heard a deep voice say, 
"Not so fast, little one..."  She would have leapt off 
of the bed, but a strong hand suddenly held her hair 
taut, immobilizing her.

She pulled as hard as she could without pulling her 
hair out by its roots, but couldn't move her head one 
inch.  She screamed, but the gag in her mouth muffled 
it, so that only a squeak came out.  Her hands 
immediately flew to the one holding her still, and she 
began to pull on it.

"STOP!" the voice commanded her at the same instant 
that a sharp smack landed on her tender bottom.

She was startled into freezing, and she felt the hand 
that had smacked her now softly caress the spot that 
he had spanked.  "Good, little one.  It's only me.  
Just me.  You're safe..." And she knew that voice.  It 
was the voice from her dreams.  Maybe she was dreaming 
now, Kathryn thought to herself. Or maybe she was just 
insane, she thought again. 

The hand stroking her ass now slipped down to her 
womanhood.  She was still wet, she thought, as she 
felt the coolness of his hand glide over her swollen 
labia.  His hand felt large, and somewhat coarse, and 
his fingers pulled on her pussy lips, making her arch 
her back and push against him.  

She heard him chuckle.  She knew that laugh.  It was 
definitely the laugh of her dream.  

It was as if he could read her mind.  "No, you aren't 
dreaming.  This is real, and I am going to make you 
feel all those things that have been teasing you for 
these past months.  Now, promise me you won't move if 
I let your head go?" he asked her.

She nodded as much as she could and pushed her pussy 
against him again.  She was rewarded by that deep 
chortle again, and his hand let her hair go.  She 
cautiously turned her head to look at him, but was 
frustrated by the darkness of the room.  All she could 
see was the outline of his wavy hair and his 
powerfully built body.  She could see his skin, 
gleaming in the glow from the clock, but couldn't make 
out the features of his face.

His hand had never left her pussy, and she inhaled 
deeply through her nose as he suddenly pushed a finger 
deep inside her.  "So wet, little one."  She felt him 
withdraw his finger.  She heard a small slurp and the 
words, "And so sweet.  I knew you would be."  She 
shuddered and arched her back at what she imagined him 
doing.



Then he was there.  She was on all fours on the bed, 
and suddenly his face was between her legs, licking 
her out from behind.  She dropped her shoulders to the 
bed and arched her bottom up to present herself to his 
face.  The pain from her clamped nipples pressed on 
the bed seemed to raise her awareness of her body 
higher.  She had never done anything like this before 
and had always thought it was dirty, but it felt so 
incredible to feel his tongue licking up one side of 
her pussy and down the other.  He thrust his tongue 
inside her, and she felt his face pressing up against 
her most intimate areas.  Kathryn felt herself blush 
at what he was doing.  She wriggled back and forth, 
and she heard his muffled laughter from her enthusiasm 
for his travails.  He pulled his tongue out with a 
liquid noise, and then she felt his flick it across 
her clit.  If it hadn't been for the gag, the 
neighbors would definitely have called the police, 
because as he fastened his mouth on the tiny organ and 
began to suck, Kathryn fully screamed.  She thought 
she was going to explode as he quickly rubbed his 
tongue across the tip of her sensitive flesh and she 
climaxed harder than anything she had ever experienced 
before.

He licked her gently through her orgasm, and when she 
started to come down from it, he took the flat of his 
tongue and trailed it up over her slit and zeroed in 
on her tiny rosebud.  He drew circles around and 
around it, occasionally pressing gently against the 
closed portal.  

Kathryn couldn't believe what he was doing to her.  
She had never played with her ass before.  Well, until 
the dreams had "made" her go buy the anal probe that 
lay unattended on the bed next to her.  She never 
dreamed that someone would actually want to lick her 
there, but god, it felt incredible to her.  Small 
nerves that she never knew existed seemed to fire 
little bursts of pleasure up her spine with every 
movement of his tongue.  She moaned and squirmed 
underneath his attentions.  When she felt his tongue 
slightly part her tightly clenched hole and slip 
inside, she thought she would melt.

As he rimmed her ass, she was stunned to feel his 
fingers slide inside her pussy.  She wasn't sure what 
feeling to concentrate on, so she stopped 
concentrating.  She thought she could hear his voice 
in her head now, "That's right, little one... let it 
go...".  Between the friction of his fingers sliding 
in and out of her seldom-used opening and the 
slickness of his tongue stretching her anal passage, 
she was starting to climb to another orgasm.  

She breathed quickly in and out of her nose, and 
listened to her muffled moans through the ball gag.  
She closed her eyes, and felt all of the strange but 
wonderful sensations shooting from her nether regions 
to her brain.  Kathryn pushed her bottom against his 
face, and froze.  She screamed again as her body 
convulsed over and over in physical pleasure such as 
she had never experienced in her life.  He never 
stopped touching her throughout her peak, prolonging 
the pleasure as long as her body could handle it.

Finally, she pulled away slightly.  She was just so 
sensitive down there that she couldn't think of his 
touching her anymore.  She collapsed on the bed, face 
down, oblivious to the pain of her clamped nipples 
underneath her.

She vaguely heard him laughing.  A full bellied, deep 
laugh, and she turned her head to see him standing at 
the foot of the bed.  His white teeth glowed with his 
smile. "Ahhh... you are everything I hoped and more, 
my sweet," he told her as he walked around so that he 
was standing beside her.



She could see the stiffness of his cock outlined by 
the faint light in the room.  He was erect. Long and 
thick, pointing up towards his stomach.  She hadn't 
ever seen a man that large.  He had to be eight 
inches, and she reached out to touch him.  

It was his turn to groan as her hand wrapped itself 
around his hardness and she caressed him gently.  She 
smiled as she felt the wetness at the tip where his 
arousal was showing itself, and she wished that she 
could taste him.  She reached up to undo her gag, but 
he stopped her.  "No, little one.  Keep it on.  For 
me."  And she did.

She rolled over onto her back, and winced as she felt 
the chain from her clips pull on her.  Now that she 
wasn't flying on the way to an orgasm, the pain of her 
nipples became more real to her.  Once again, he 
seemed to read her mind.

"I think they add something, don't you?" he chuckled 
as he took one of his large hands and gently tugged on 
the chain.  The twinge seemed to run down to her 
pussy, and she felt her arousal start to grow again.

She retaliated to his actions by slowly jacking off 
his cock until she saw him throw his head back and 
moan.  She loved that she was able to make him feel 
this way.  She had never made a man feel this good, 
she thought.  She had never tried.  His hand covered 
hers and he stopped her.

"I have waited too long for this, sweet one.  I can't 
wait any longer.  I need to be inside you." and then, 
she was startled when she heard his voice take on a 
slightly vulnerable tone.  "May I?"

Kathryn moved over on the bed a little bit, and pulled 
him down.  He fit easily between her legs, and his 
weight settled on her, making her feel more female 
somehow.  He licked around her mouth, and she felt the 
wetness of his tongue on her stretched lips.  She 
wished she could kiss him, but knew that the gag was 
somehow part of the magic of the evening and resigned 
herself to the thought that she couldn't.  

His cock rubbed against her opening, and she arched, 
trying to get him to slide inside.  He teased her by 
pulling away every time it seemed like he was about to 
penetrate her.  "Mmmmm.... greedy girl, aren't you?" 
he taunted her with his sexy voice.

She nodded emphatically, and he laughed.  Suddenly, 
though, he stopped, as his cock slid about two inches 
inside of her tight slit.  He inhaled deeply and she 
breathed through her nose as deeply as she could at 
the sensation.

"You feel so good, little one," he told her as he 
thrust himself all the way into her.  As his balls 
gently slapped against her ass, her eyes closed in 
pleasure and she let out a little sigh.  He 
immediately pulled out.  

Kathryn's eyes flew to his.  Green, she noticed in the 
dim light.  His eyes were green.  But she already knew 
that.  



"Look at me, little one.  I want you to look at me as 
I fuck you."  He thrust himself into her again, and 
she didn't look away.  "Look into my eyes so I can see 
your pleasure..." he continued to talk to her as he 
drove gently in and out of her.  

Kathryn looked deeply into the green eyes.  She was 
mesmerized by his gaze.  It was almost like being 
hypnotized, she thought vaguely, as she felt his 
thickness parting her soft pussy walls over and over 
again.  She was half listening to him as she 
concentrated on the feelings in her body.  
Occasionally he would take one hand and tug on her 
nipple clips to get her to focus on his voice.  She 
felt herself climbing to another orgasm as he picked 
up the pace of his thrusts.  Her moans were escalating 
in volume, and she felt herself about to peak as he 
suddenly rammed his cock into her as hard as he could, 
and she screamed her pleasure as she spasmed beneath 
him.

He held himself still as she came, not moving his cock 
or his body at all.  Kathryn was unaware of anything 
except her flesh squeezing the thickness inside of 
her.  It felt better than any of her previous orgasms, 
and but as she came down from her plateau, she 
realized he was still hard and throbbing within her.

He smiled.  "That's right, my sweet.  I am not done 
with you just yet.  Shall we go for one more?" and he 
started his familiar in and out rhythm again.  

This time Kathryn knew better, and she didn't even try 
to look away from his gaze.  She could just about make 
out his facial features in the light of the 
approaching dawn.  She arched her back up and parried 
each of his thrusts with her hips.  She felt his cock 
rub against her clit with every motion, and she felt 
her climax rising again.

He picked up speed, and the forcefulness of his cock 
ramming into her was causing obscene slapping noises 
that reverberated through the quiet of the room.  
Other than that, the only sounds were his harsh 
breathing and her muffled moans.  

Kathryn was almost there when she felt him freeze and 
ram his cock into her as deeply as possible.  He just 
held it there and let out a roar of passion that she 
just knew would wake the neighbors.  But she didn't 
care.  As she felt the spurts of his essence deep 
inside her, he pulled her nipple clips off.  The 
resulting pain melded with the thrill of his climax, 
and she felt her entire body melt with her own orgasm.  
She felt herself soar higher and higher with her 
gratification, and then the world went dark as she 
blacked out from the extreme pleasure.

When Kathryn came to, she was alone in her bed.  She 
looked over at the clock, which plainly read 10:21 am 
in the daylight.  Her entire body ached, and the room 
reeked of sex.  She jumped out of bed, and quickly ran 
through the apartment looking for him.  He was gone.  
She wasn't quite sure that the whole thing hadn't been 
a dream after all.  There was no evidence that anyone 
else had been with her the night before.  



She wandered into the bathroom, and started to run a 
bubble bath.  She needed it, her body was telling her.  
She looked at herself in the mirror.  She touched her 
face where it hurt from being stretched by the gag all 
night.  Her nipples were still hard, and sensitive to 
the touch from the clips.  But other than that, she 
was the same old Kathryn Evans.  She soaked in the 
tub, and wondered about the dream.  She spent the rest 
of the day lounging around her apartment again, 
strangely reluctant to leave.  Her world had turned 
topsy-turvy, and Kathryn was nervous.  Besides, if it 
wasn't a dream, he might come back.

That night, Kathryn chose her favorite black lace 
nightie.  She brushed her long hair till it shone, and 
she even put a tiny bit of make up on.  She knew it 
didn't make any sense, but she wasn't quite sure what 
DID make sense anymore.  She turned out the light at 
11:00.  The cool night air caressed her body, and the 
night sounds coaxed her to sleep.  She tossed and 
turned and finally drifted off.

She started awake and immediately looked at the clock.  
11:57 pm.  It was dark in the room, but Kathryn 
instinctively knew she wasn't alone.  She looked about 
and as her eyes adjusted, she saw him.

His teeth gleamed and she smiled back at him.  "Ah, 
little one.  I waited so long for you, and now I have 
to go."

Kathryn opened her mouth to protest, but he stopped 
her.  "No.  Trust me.  You do trust me, don't you?"  
When she nodded, he continued.  "I will come to you 
again, my sweet.  You have learned so much.  Dream for 
me sweetheart... dream for me..."

Kathryn blinked at the sudden tears that sprang to her 
eyes.  She wiped them away with the back of her hand, 
and started to say something.  Only to realize as she 
looked around the room that she was completely alone 
again.  She fell asleep and slept straight through 
till her alarm went off at 6:30 am.

*******************************************

Kathryn went into work as usual.  She went to her 
cubicle and hung up her blazer.  She sat down at her 
computer terminal and started catching up on what she 
had missed the past couple of days.  Her friend Lara 
poked her head around the corner at about 10:00.

"Hey, what's... Kathryn!  What did you do to 
yourself?" Lara exclaimed as she took a look at her 
friend.

The normally dowdy Kathryn had changed.  Her long hair 
shone in the light and flowed down her back to right 
past her shoulder blades.  Her oxford button down was 
actually unbuttoned a few buttons, and Lara could 
swear that Kathryn wasn't wearing a bra!  "You look 
terrific, Kathryn!"  Lara said in sincere admiration.  
"Did you go to a spa or something?" she asked.

"Kathryn," Keith started as he swung around the 
cubicle opening to plop some papers on her desk.  
"Whoa!  What's going on here?" he asked.  "You look 
GREAT!" Keith told her loudly.  



The commotion had made Kathryn blush, and had also 
drawn the attention of some of the other members of 
the cubicle crowd.  They found reasons to walk by 
Kathryn's desk, and some stopped to talk and even 
flirt a little at the beauty that had appeared in 
their midst.  

One man finally had the nerve to ask Kathryn if she 
had put on a mask today in honor of Halloween.  

Kathryn's answer surprised even her.  "No, I think I 
finally just took mine off."  She knew that she was 
never going to allow herself to deny her newly found 
sensuality again.  She wondered if her lover would 
ever come to her again, and she swore that she could 
hear that voice inside her head again.  "Halloween, my 
love.  Next Halloween."





