He blew out a feathery column of smoke and yawned wide, the slight ache in his jaw reminding him of what he'd been forced to do earlier, just in order...to survive. And now he'd be doing it every day until he either died or discovered a cure. He, too, had entertained dreams of glory and fame similar to Steve Randolph's and the constant fight in his head to retain focus, any sort of mental clarity had consumed him, taking his considerable mind off of the toils and indignities he'd suffered at. Was Inow this Lauren C?I didn't want to think I'd changed into a completely different person,but I didn't see any other option. I tried to ask, "whose Lauren?" andassumed that my lips wouldn't move, but to my surprise they did move andthe words came out in a feminine voice.I was able to open my eyes so I could see what kind of look Lo would giveme, but she just grinned at me and said "You're Lauren, sweetie"I looked at Lo and must of looked like an idiot, but in truth I was. Then 3 days later, I called ya number from the hook up of my night Nip. You "Hello, this is Paula Dean, I "Ooh, baby, you sound Sexy as a mothafucka over the phone Mrs. Dean." Oh Darlin', you can just call me Paula, I'm not married." I "So I heard you been lookin' for a nigga?" You "Well I heard you prefer Older White voluptuous, and I thought just the two of us could get together for a simple southern Sunday supper." I "Yeah well today is Sunday and I am Hungry as a mothafucka." You "Well how. That’s when we heard the door open…Chrystal looked at me and said quietly “Rob is home, I told him I was bringing someone home with me! He probably thinks its one of my girlfriends. He’s going to be in for a surprise.” Chrystal told me to act normal and keep kissing me when he walks in. So I gave her another kiss and she said with a giggle, “This is probably every guy’s dream, but honestly I might like it too.” I smiled and gave Chrystal a passionate kiss. We could hear Rob in the kitchen.