"Help me?" she asked."Yes," said Tamara. "Can I help you carry your tray?" Of course you can, dear," said the old lady as Tamara took the tray from he... and guided her towards the other seat on the table where Tamara was sitting. She regarded Tamara's uniform. "Are you a cleaning woman, dear?" Cleaning woman?" asked Tamara."The way you dress," said the old lady. "It's what cleaning women wear." She squinted through her thick lenses at the name plate on Tamara's bosom. "Empire Cleaning Services?. The pictures became more and more explicit, until Joan was asked to lower her blouse from her shoulders and show her cleavage, which is plentiful. I was surprised when she didn’t object, and then just before the next picture was snapped, Tex cupped her tit with the bra still on. I started to get up from the couch to protest Tex’s actions, but Bill and Phil sat down on either side of me on the couch and held me there. From there Joan removed her blouse and bra completely. She was sitting there. They're so difficult to live up to."I squeezed her hand. "It's a deal."She squeezed my hand in return and asked, "Have you chosen a piece for the drama club next week?" Uh, well... something from The Sound and the Fury." Oh. Faulkner." Yes." Good. That's very clever, sticking with a story about people and places you should be very familiar with." Very familiar. Sixty miles from Memphis." Oh, that's right. Faulkner lives in Oxford, Mississippi." She looked up at me. "Oxford is that close to. . .I was VERY disturbed about it ALL. Certainly the dream, but the fact I had orgasmed over something I consciously HATE, something I would NEVER even consider in real life. Why? It was about 3AM, but I couldn’t go back to sleep, thinking, ashamed of myself, wondering why it had happened. By morning I was out of the dream and any arousal, but I felt that I wanted to rid myself of that dream, even the memory of it, but somehow I know that won’t happen, and I haven’t been able to forget it. And I.