"Where is she?" How am I supposed to know?" MOM? ARE YOU UP THERE?"I called out, "Yes, up here." I don't think they heard, but regardless, I heard foo...steps on the stairs, then the bedroom door opened, and Simon and Sam came in. "Don, she's in here," called Sam, "You have to see this."Don came dashing in, then fell apart as he saw my predicament."How did you get like this?" he asked, "and how long have you been there?" I was just seeing how hard it was to lift the weights," I confessed, " and. Anyway, on to you, Jennifer. What is you most erotic dream?" "Well, I guess it's the one where this guy decides to take me out todinner, but on the way back, we stop by a hotel and have passionate sex allnight long." "While I agree that you do indeed have this dream, it isn't your mosterotic or favorite. Your favorite is the one where you get covered in body oiland slip slide about the room. That's a pretty exiting one, you know." "Okay, okay. What's your fucking dare, you fucking piece of. ‘When they held that 1988 party,’ the story-teller continued, unphased by the heckling, ‘this couple finally emerged from their hotel room after a year. They joined the 1988 party, had food and drink, danced together. I watched them the whole evening, they were still just as romantic with each other as they had been at the 1987 party. At the end of the evening, they strolled out the front door of the hotel, arm in arm, making googly eyes at each other, both smiling and giggling. They walked out. She had that option, of course. He never did.The waterbed roiled again as she joined him. She pulled the thick rubberblanket up around both of their bodies. Bayonetta turned and prepared tomove into her typical position, but James decided to press her evenfarther."Hey, how bout I be the big spoon tonight?"Cereza half-smiled and turned back around. James moved behind hercarefully, the rubbery bedding rippling as he got into position. Herabundant hair flowed everywhere and he had to maneuver his.