“Are we clear?”“Crystal,” he said. He sat on the bed. “Um, you mind if I lay down? I’m still pretty tired from yesterday.”“Oh? Had a b...g night yesterday, did you? {Out banging more sluts?}” she asked with a scowl.“Er, no, Prez.” He looked at her cautiously. “You really wore me out in the morning. I mean, I was pretty out of it the rest of the day.”Her eyes narrowed. “Enjoyed yourself that much, did you? {Are you fucking with me?}”This is a trick question. This is definitely a trick question.. And since that moment I decided that to bring my imagination into real. (Read this experience in part II. Yes, it came true.) Then as usual, we discussed about the disease and by that time Miss Mandira explained what we dream, is the stored data in our sub-conscious mind. And the stored data comes from our imagination or visualization. Imagination creates the dream, but visualization converts the dream into reality. What? I couldn’t digest this statement. What we want to get, we can achieve. The machine was inspired by a scene in one of the erotic “Sleeping Beauty” novels written under a pseudonym by Anne Rice. In the scene a large wine barrel was laid on it’s side so it could roll. Poor Beauty was stretched out on her back on top of it, allowing the soldiers to enjoy her mouth or vagina as they pleased.This device was more like a ferris wheel or a hamster cage than a barrel of wine. The wheel part was about 8 feet in circumference, with padded supports along the outside instead of. I was so focused, I could barely taste the coffee. We finished and headed back to my car. “So um… thanks for everything, where’s your place at?” “Not far, I’ll direct you”, she said. After a quick drive, we stopped outside her apartment complex. “So…” she said, “you wanna see those ropes I mentioned earlier? You should get an idea before buying anything.” “Oh…” I muttered, “yeah sure, I suppose”. I parked my car and we went in. Did she mean what I hoped? We entered her place, it was.