A beautiful blonde woman driving down the highway sees a man crying on the side of the road and pulls over. She steps out of the car and asks the man ...hat's wrong."I feel terrible!" He explains, "I accidentally hit the Easter Bunny with my car and KILLED HIM."The blonde says, "Don't worry."She runs to her car and pulls out a spray can. She walks over to the limp, dead Easter Bunny, bends down, and sprays the contents onto him.The Easter Bunny jumps up, waves its paw at the two of them and hops. The lot was small, but that was the norm in Somerville.The fourth house was okay—better than the first two, but not as good as the third. Mrs. Kline told us that the husband had been transferred and that they were eager to sell. Asking $18,500, we offered $16,500. I knew that they would come back with a counter offer and we’d make another before we settled. How could I know that? I’d had two flashes while riding in the car.Earlier, when we had just entered her office, Mrs. Kline had asked. But I took a moment to concentrate on my breathing, just as I was trained. They both would pay, but not just yet. That afternoon, I met with my buddy, Sal. He was one of my best friends growing up, but today he’s a big-shot lawyer. I knew he wouldn’t mind giving me a little free advice. ‘I’m leaving Karla,’ I stated flatly, once we had dispensed with the usual greeting. His jaw dropped. ‘You’re kidding,’ he said. I shook my head slowly and deliberately. ‘Why?’ he asked. ‘The fucking cunt. Just like when he had me tangled up in my own shirt and bra,” she said while she cried.Tears had started to stream down her cheeks as she relived her dream for us. I cupped her chin and kissed her lips softly as Amber hugged her from behind and kissed her neck.“Is that when you woke up, Babe?” Amber asked.“Yeah, it was so frightening! He was about two feet from me, and I was all wrapped up in sticky webbing, and I couldn’t do more than wiggle. I just knew that he was going to rape me and then.