"What the....?" He said and looked around. "What was that for?" "For being a dirty drow. You want to have sex with her." she said sitting on his shou...der. He looked at her. "Who wouldn't?" he asked. "It's a thing that me and my friends do. What would you do if you were in my position?" "I don't know." she then flew off of his shoulder and turned her self into a normal sized human next to him in the tree. He jumped a little but caught himself in the tree. "Fuck me sideways." He said and quickly. He also delivered a bottle of tequila and a fruit drink.He poured himself a shot of tequila and sat down on the edge of the bed. With a broad grin he started into laughing diatribe about my status. “You dumb gringo sure got your sweet family in a lot of shit down here, man. El Capo had a get together with us this morning. He wants money and he wants to get things going with all your ladies now. He is one possessive guy.He had all four of your women tattooed with his big EC brand on the neck. . please call me?"Sherise had timed it perfectly. A few days earlier and Mike and Abigail would have been forced into some proximity by their course schedules and Abigail would have realised on her own that there was nothing 'going on' between Mike and Sherise. As it was, she shut herself away; her response to her parents' concern for her was;"I don't want to talk about it."When Mike called at the house, "I don't want to see him." When he called, "I don't want to talk to him."Abigail's mother. (In the waking world, there is no mirror; but this is a dream.) The mirror is misted by condensation but I can make out my reflection. It’s warped and indistinct like an impressionist painting. A small pale girl. A splash of dark paint around her head to symbolise her hair. A smaller splash at her crotch.My best friend is standing in the doorway. She watches me, silent. In my dream I am fifteen years old so I expect my friend to be similarly reduced in age. But she is not; she is twenty, and.