“You are not to discuss what you are about to hear with anyone not present. Further, you are not to discuss your little ruse and its results. If you...try, you will suffer violent stomach pains. Understood?”Blank looks, head shakes, one or two light bulbs starting to glow. Babble ensued.“Quiet!” I demanded. “This is now officially a pickup.” Utter silence.“Before we get under way, let me explain the reasons you are to remain silent. First, we don’t want the idea spread that the Confederacy might. I found out that she lived near to where I went to college, so I e-mailed her and asked her if she would like to do an interview with me as part of a project I was working on. She e-mailed me back and told me that she was all for it. Two weeks later, I arrived at Tara Strong's front door. I ran my fingers through my purple hair as I rang the doorbell, and fixed my backpack strap. The door opened, and there she was. She welcomed me into her home with open arms; she was a very very lovely lady.We. They washed themselves in the pool and then both guys kissed her deeply and got out dressing and leaving. She spent the next hours floating around the pool until she woke up groggy the next morning after the sun had rose. She studied her swim suit curiously and then got out of the pool walking a little stiff. When I called her that day she told me that she had the wildest dream last night. She said she dreamed she was having wild sex with a couple guys and that it seemed like they were. She knew she wore skimpy clothes and no panties so she could show off that cute little pussy. She walked around at night in just her panties and tee. She knew they were looking and she could see their dicks making a tent in their pants when she bent over or flashed a little something. She'd shower with the door cracked and had seen out of the corner of her eye more than once one of the boys pecking in. She saw how they watched her with their hand down their pants. She knew exactly what was.