I don't really remember the dream at all."And she laughed and blushed, because she knew I'd made up the details of the dream just to get her going, bu... she'd clearly loved it.So we're lying there, just fiddling with each other, waiting for her to come down a bit before the next round, and she said, out of nowhere, "But what about Justin?" Justin was Noreen's boyfriend at the time (now husband), and of course I hadn't thought to include him in the story. "Well, he wasn't in the dream," I said. The problem for her is that most of the guys were just looking to their smartphones. Everyone except me, of course. I was lucky enough to have some eye contacts with her every once in a while. And one time the bus was crowded enough so that sitting right beside her looked casual enough. Casual, just like the way she used to look at me. The book was in her hand for ten minutes and she was transfixed on the same page without turning the page. I felt bold enough to stretch my hand and put it on. Whats wrong? he asked with such concern on his face. He knew what was wrong because hes the one who made the problem only she didnt know that. I know pathetic but it was the only way to see what she was hiding. He couldnt just show up at her school to pick her up because she had the jeep to drive, now if he took the jeep out of the picture then hed be able to give her a ride. The jeeps not working right now and Im going to be late for school. Do you think you could give me a ride? she asked as. She grabbedthe maid who had tried to violate me and strapped her to the machinenext to mine giving her 24 viscous strokes of the cane. As she walkedaway she gave me one more and said, "And that is for being such a slut!"She sounded proud of me.I was returned to my new not red cell. This time I was not chained to apillar I was chained to a hard bed with little room for movement. Thiswas an improvement as I could at least lie down and fell asleepimmediately the door slammed shut and the lights.