.. somehow she would be better off than she had been so far, locked in what had become the claustrophobic walls of her small apartment, all of her ter...ors and desires loosed as though she had been drugged, or as though she had suddenly lost her mind. In her frantic attempt to ascertain what was wrong with her, she'd recalled reading an article about hallucinogenics and their effects. What she was feeling now was a lot like that, and yet there was more to it, much more.Her clothing lay strewn. ." The radio alarm sounded and I woke up from my dream, yet everything was what it supposed to be. I mean, after 20 of the same Friday morning wake-ups, you get everything down pretty much. I did tried lots of different things for most of the last 15 Fridays, but still I woke up to the same Friday morning and hearing the same DJ telling me it was a wonderful morning. This time, I decided I was getting tired of men in general and decided to try to do thing from another angle.Getting the maid and. I walked around to his side of the car and lay the seat back as I got in. As I lay back in the seat he joined me, his chest pressed against mine. He ran his hand down my leg, removing my shoes and then the leggings and panties I was wearing. His hand moved back up my leg and under my shirt as he caressed my stomach and then my breast before replacing his hand with his mouth leaving hot kisses across my skin. His mouth reached my nipple and he took it into his mouth; gently sucking and then. "I wouldn't choose both of the same color, and the one on your left just isn't you."I turned. A young woman around my age (very early twenties) stood before me."Choose another pair, something in a dark color. And the one on the left just isn't you."I looked at the trousers. They looked the same."How are they different?" Pleats. The one on the right will look better. Just trust me." How are pleats good?" I asked. The trousers still looked the same to me."Always ask a woman before you buy.