”My wife got dressed, and drove over to Justin’s house. She arrived and knocked on the door. Another young guy answered. “I’m Justin’s �...friend’” she said.“JUSTIN!” the guy yelled “YOUR ‘FRIEND’ IS HERE”Justin ran up to the door, and ushered her in. “You didn’t have to come” he said.“You’re a good k**,” my wife said “and a good fuck. I couldn’t let your buddies keep ragging you”They walked together into the living room. Four guys were on the main couch in front of a large LED TV playing. The girls on the stage shimmied as best theymight in their stilted heels. Oddly, the audience was filled with women,not men, and the dancers showed none of the exhibitionism linked withtopless dancers. The bulge in their g-strings looked a little too full. Alexis wondered what that meant. The back of Club MALES was dark, some booths filled with shadowy shapeswrithing in pleasure. In one, an anxious woman sat, pleading her case. "I know you can help me, Kim said so." Alexis brushed the. I’m referring to dreams, of course, which don’t feel unconscious at all. I read somewhere that the average dream only takes a few seconds to play out in the sleeper’s mind. A dream that “lasts” for several hours in the dreamer’s mind might take only the time required to blink one’s eyes a few times. That would suggest that our brains can “think” at speeds suitable for space travel, while we’re not cluttering them up with conscious thoughts.I had several dreams that night and, while they might. Why did you bother to tell me you didn't fuck her? I'm sure you want to.''So that you know, and because she trusts me, and because underneath it all, so do you. I'm a guy who prefers to earn his money.''You're a very unusual person, Luke.''I hope so.' She didn't speak again and after a minute rose to her feet, kissed me rather less neutrally, and left. I sighed and went to bed.Two days later I was in the kitchen drinking coffee with cook and Trudi. Cook had decided that I was the son she never.