Evan struck a seductive little pose as she waved a polite thanks over atthe two. Ever since the memory wipe, her body language has been thisconstant b...ttle between masculine and feminine. All her instincts arefor the former, but she seems to think intellectually she should bedoing the latter. She can move remarkably sexily and feminine when shewants to - and she frequently wants to, she loves to flirt, especiallywith me - it's just that she has to make a conscious effort. I keepcatching her. .My favorite dream was The White Room. In it, I woke up in a room where the walls and floor were all painted a solid, textureless white. It reminded me of my secret place, the place I could hide when my brain melted from trying to process too much pleasure at once. A place beyond reason, dignity, or morality. A place I didn't have to wonder why some of my proudest moments where when I was being humiliated. Where I didn't have to explain to anyone...especially myself, why the word 'surrender'. As shewalked pass the room, she woke up Jeremy who was lying near the couch. Hejust lifted his head, checking out that it was her mistress and fell tosleep again.She opened the coolbox door anyway. Cool breeze was flowing from inside.Neon light illuminated her face. She closed and reopened the door severaltimes, enjoying the nonsensical, yet amusing sensation.She took a glass, went to the sink and filled the glass with tap water.She drank it out in just one gulp. She went to the bathroom and . I saw her standing at the bar waiting on a drink. She was wearing a short plaid skirt and a tight white shirt that showed a green lace bra underneath. She was leaning over the bar just enough that the I could see the bottom of her shapely ass and the beginnings of what appeared to be a green thong underneath although I couldn't tell. She swung her head around and beckoned me to come over and join her, so I made my way through the crowded bar towards her. When I managed to get close to her.