"If you want to tap this, be here in an hour. Door will be open, along with my mouth and legs." Safety in numbers I thought. One stranger alone in my ...ouse, a little dangerous. Two strangers that don't know each other, now there is a check and balance there. Forty-five minutes later I heard the door open followed by footsteps coming up the stairs. I lay back on my white bed sheets with candles lit and my red corset with black fishnet stockings on. I could see his handsome frame as he stepped. "This was not what I wanted to see, yet as I watched, the images from mydream appeared superimposed over the images on the screen. The matchwas startling. Somehow, I had dreamed this event exactly as ithad occurred, and (I believed) simultaneously. Fascinated by thisdevelopment (and disgusted with myself for being fascinated) Icontinued to watch.*The dreams continued along those lines. We were dreaming of momentousevents, in history, at the present, and in the future - exactly as theyhappened.. We were regular customers so he knew us well.“Whatch yo white boys need tonight?” he asked as we walked up.“We need about 20 quarts tonight, you got that much cold?” I asked.“Wyyyy, you knows I does,” he replied as he went to an old refrigerator that sat beside his house. He retrieved some empty cardboard boxes and put the beer in. We paid him and headed out to the party.The cement bridge was merely a slab of cement that the creek ran across. The creek was spring fed and flowed all the time.. “So Chrissy, have you been a good little girl or a bad one?” Sherrie answered for her, “She hasn’t had a chance to be bad yet!” Chrissy blushed brightly.“Witches are by definition naughty so I won’t ask that of you. Instead, I have heard that witches never wear anything under their robes. Is that true?” “That’s something you’ll have to discover for yourself!” “Oh, am I gonna get that chance?” Coyly, “If you’re lucky.” Chrissy had started looking a bit down thinking she was going to be a third.