Chapter 2: The Question of Sandy
Whatever happened to Sandy? The Question taunted Cliff's mind for weeks after he had seen her in the playing room, naked and producing the strangest of staccato rhythms. It looked to Cliff like Sandy had been fighting off invisible enemies as she flailed at the piano bench.
Cliff kept thinking back to his visions of Sandy in her bedroom window, her firm breasts capturing imagination and fueling his masturbation. Now he had the vision of her own masturbation in the piano room but her bedroom was always empty.
Cliff could not release his mind from the perpetual slavery of Sandy's deed. Her tight ass looming over the piano bench as she pleased herself, her head thrown back as she reached ecstasy in her action. Cliff's voyeurism had taken a new turn and his mind was fixated to the point where even his piano playing suffered.
Every time he went to the practice room he felt anxious because he could not get over what happened that time when the girls disturbed him. He always found himself looking over his shoulders in the thought that his eyes would fall on pert nipples and sexy hot bodies waiting to dance further into nirvana. He tried to re-create Sandy's musical diatribe but found it impossible despite his great relative pitch.
In truth, all that Cliff was playing seriously of late was the skin flute as he violently masturbated to his memory of Sandy and her friends. Sandy , her wanton loveliness sprawled out for Cliff's seed and the two hot lesbians grinding themselves offered ample fodder for Cliffs spray tube. He would sit in the bathroom before taking a shower and rub one out to the firmness of Sandy's ass and the overall tightness of similar youthful bodies which now seemed more vivid with his recent vision.
He could not tell if it was his musical uncertainty or his new closeness to Sandy that weighed so heavily on his mind.
That night Cliff found himself lured to his window but again he saw no light emulating from across the grassy expanse of lawn that separated his and his neighbor's house. Standing in the dark he felt the pull of the silence around him and for the first time the palpable quiet had a different feeling for Cliff. He felt a psychic connection to his voyeuristic fantasy and when he got into his bed he knew that he would dream only of Sandy.
Standing on a barren mountain side, cliff was staring at a strange multicolored sky. He felt different somehow but was not panicked by his atmosphere in the lucid nature of his position. He began to walk and just as he predicted he was lured to a cave where he saw his waiting beauty.
Sitting by the far wall in the ice cave was Sandy.
"Sandy? Is it truly you?" She was naked and had her eyes closed, but they opened as soon as Cliff's echoing footsteps found their way within the grasp of his prize.
"Yes it is me but I am in danger.
You should not be here cliff. This region is the location of my forever lost mind."
What do you mean?"
I am in this barren place alone and must live out a punishment for my foul mistake Cliff. I am sentenced to live out my days here until I can somehow make it up to my captor."
What could you have done that warrants such treatment?" He wanted to reply but Cliff was gripped with an intense feeling that he should escape despite his free movement in this realm.
