<b>It was him. She recognised him. There could be no mistake. It was when she followed him into the house that the light improved and was able to see his face clearly for the first time. His rather scruffy clothing had also deflected her mind as she had only seen him naked in the dream. Identifying him made her gasp. Melanie became hesitant but she was already in his living room, if that was what it was called. There were colonnades of books everywhere, seemingly keeping the ceiling up and covering every nook and cranny as well as making it difficult to see where the furniture was. And the dust, there were layers as if binding everything together.<br/>
<br/>
Whatever the misfit was saying was going over her head. Her mind was on her libidinous dream with him. Why him of all people? It just did not make any sense. She did not know him, never really seen him before. He was probably even older than her father. And his demeanour was of another world and dress sense something else. What was attractive about him? And yet they had had such wanton and sensual sex together in the most rampant wet dream she had ever encountered. It was beyond her wildest imagination. But so too was the figure in front of her who was handing her his book.<br/>
<br/>
<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">"Andrew Nailor? Is that your name?" </span><br/>
<br/>
At least she should know who he was if he had performed such primitive acts with her. It was like flash photography when images of him ripping her clothes off and pinning her to the floor flashed through her head. His book was immediately placed strategically over her lap as if to prevent him seeing her most intimate parts again. Her spare arm was also positioned across her chest to cover her yet to be ripened breasts despite the white Adidas top she had on. Did he have some kind of special supernatural powers, she started to think. Perhaps he had hypnotised her or something. <br/>
<br/>
<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">"Is it about the occult, the book?" </span></b>