And if you've read this blog before, you need to read it again).Since this was the only spray tanning place in town, I saw women of all ages, sizes, s...in tones and height. I spray tanned college girls, high school seniors for prom, moms, teachers, business owners, and more. I saw tons of women at their most vulnerable state—naked, in front of a mirror, while another woman (that would be me) stood in front of them. Read over that last sentence. It kind of sounds like a bad dream, am I. In any case, I hope that this sequel doesn’t disappoint…*Once we got back to our everyday lives, our daily routines continued as usual. I enjoyed our excursion to the spa and had been enthralled by what had happened between John and me. I did not read too much into it, because John was happily married, and I was sure that was the way it would remain. I did, nevertheless, wonder if our assignation might be the end of the encounter that we had enjoyed. Opportunistic as it had been, I was in no. Richard shook the sleep out of his eyes, and sat up.He was debating whether to tell his wife about the dream when shesurprised him, saying, "Hon, I ... you weren't the only one with a dream.I had one, too." What did you dream about?" Richard asked."I dreamed of Iraq. Of you, in your uniform. Except it was like I wasseeing everything from your point of view."Richard looked at his wife, and started to be afraid."What did you see?" he managed to ask."I saw a temple, Ricky. And a madman trying to. InstantlyI got a hard on I went and slowly put my hands on her shoulders and made my bare chest touch her back and looked at the dish being prepared. It was chicken. I then exclaimed "wow" and kissed her on the shoulders. She thought it was unintentional. But I know that she also enjoyed. She served lunch and asked me how it was. I then told her that I would show her, how the taste was.She asked me to show. I then stood and kissed her on the cheek. She was taken aback and asked me what I have.