I could smell her sweat, her flesh and had to close my eyes just to focus on the sensation. It lasted just a few seconds. However, I was distracted ...nough that I forgot to move the remote again and she grabbed it. With a triumphant squeal, she plopped back down on the other side of the couch, her boobs safely contained once more in her shirt. She switched to a superhero movie and gave me a quick “ha!” of triumph, completely unaware of what had happened.Turns out, the hot weather was prelude. In the midst of this bustling lunchtime bistro, filled with bland-suited management types talking financial bourses over bratwurst, the secretary took an extra moment to indulge in the simple, sensational delight of helping a man put his jacket back on. Not just any jacket: a sleek charcoal trench-blazer, athletically cut to drape a lean and streamlined Adonis frame. And not just any man: a charismatically enigmatic, devilishly handsome Asian consultant from America. She had been helpless to. I don't know about you, but I need my beauty sleep if I'm gonna knock 'em dead in school.Sorry. I don't know what that was.It's called a nightmare. And that one was a doozey. Bad enough that I had to share it, but I had to be you in the process! Ugh!Yes, I know it was a nightmare. I just don't know what it means.Just go back to sleep, and make sure you put some clothes on before you go to school.The rest of her night seemed dreamless. Or, at least, she didn't remember any more dreams.In the. “Hey, little boy, the elementary school is that way.”“Did you bathe in hair remover?”“Drink more milk, pipsqueak.”Somehow I’m not quite gaining the confidence this Program is supposed to instill. Sure, I’ve had my moments, a little. I’d have to say that the genius who thought this Program crap up must be over six feet tall because he or she would never have come up with it if they had to endure what I’m going through.It’s a good thing I take to math naturally. For most of the class today I sat.