At the beginning. Keeping in contact with her playmates, scrutinizing profiles for potential new ones. Revisiting memories of past adventures. Picture... and videos sated her desires for a moment. Inspiring jaunts of fantasy, creating mental notes of things to experience once this is over. Yes, this helped... at the beginning.She is at that place, the place where need and fantasy split. We all get there. Where fantasy and desire split and go separate ways. Giving way to a need for a physical. I agreed with him that it had gone well, and felt future dinners would be equally valuable.October 16, 1994, Chicago, Illinois“Are you leaving right after the Rap Session today?” Jessica asked early Sunday morning.“Yes. I need to leave right at 4:00pm to get to Midway for the 6:10pm flight.”“I still say you should have asked Samantha for the Gulfstream.”I shook my head, “I’ve done that too often as it is. You know my take on it. I’ll fly commercial and stay the night in a hotel. If we had ten. "What do you guys do?" Here you go, Kris." Dave had come back, handing me a plastic cup with some margarita in it, cold and salty and extra strong, just the way Linda liked them."We're engineering students," Steve said. "Structural engineers, you know." Okay ... Thanks." I smiled at Dave and took a small sip, feeling my mouth riot at the tequila. That one drink was going to last me the rest of the night probably. Two would put me on my butt."He wants to be an engineer," Kurt clarified. "I'm. "Harriet, don't be afraid; you can ask me anything and I'll do it if I can," Mikey reassured his sister-in-law."Well, wait'll you hear what I'm wanting and maybe you'll change your mind," Harriet said. "Mikey, I need for you to do something that Bud would if he were here, but as you know, he isn't. I need for you to take me to bed, Mikey, and for you to make love to me and help me relieve the serious pressure of sexual horniness I'm feeling," Harriet said.Mikey couldn't believe what Harriet had.