Rubbing my hands over my face I replayed the most vivid dream I’d ever had, over and over in my head. I finally decided the dream was just my subcon...cious trying to work out conflicting emotions I wasn’t even aware I had while I slept. Either that, or it was yet another one of my psychotic episodes increasing the likelihood that I was bat shit crazy.With a sigh, I laid back down and tried to get back to sleep. I was eventually successful, because I started to dream again. Laura was suddenly. “Marry me,” I asked again, now for the fifth time.“No.”“Then tell me why not. We’re happy. We love each other.”“You’re not ready.”Frustrated, I said, “Enough with the not ready, honey. Tell me why!”She smiled softly, reached out and caressed my jaw. “When you can go into Addison’s room, then you’ll be ready.”As much as it hurt to hear it, the truth hurt even more. Kimber was right. I’d avoided Addison’s bedroom, forever closed, my way of avoiding painful memories, shut away in a corner of my. Nothing. I had no business upstairs, but figured I could make up an excuse for wanting to talk to them. It was my habit, even then, to tread softly, and in any case the stairs were carpeted, so I didn’t make a sound.Once I reached the top, I heard voices. I couldn’t make out what they were saying, but they were coming from the bedroom. I crept in that direction. The door was open, enough for there to be a crack between door and doorjamb through which I could peek without being seen.I caught my. But then I went for the bath. I asked for a towel and she handed me a small napkin.She told that all towels are in washing and there was only this napkin. I was nervous how could I come out because all of my clothes were outside. She was, as usual, standing outside. She told me not to be ashamed as she already has seen it, and so I walked out naked with a hard on.I tried to hide it with my hands. But the hard on was still going on. She started smiling and held my penis hard and told that I like.