Marcel woke with a start.The room had changed. Lighted candles revealed it restored to its former glory, exactly as it had been in the dream.Was this ...nother dream?No, this was something worse. Something unnatural.The floor was covered in a billowing layer of thick pink mist. It glowed in the dim light with its own luminescence.The girl from the dream stood by the door. She'd changed. She was no longer just a girl. Her eyes were empty, like two peep-holes looking into a black abyss. Her skin. And yet...The narrative tripping, Claudia perked an eye - his voice seeming tolinger on some unsung thing; trying to put into words that whichpreviously had never dared the light of day, or respectable discussion.She gently probed his reticence and then he carried on, albeit lackingthe confidence of his former, and no doubt, well rehearsed history ofsuccess. Some years into his career - despite cause for the contrary -Marcel had begun to lack in his relationships, and it dragged on theman's. What happened next blew me away, she said “I’ll let you keep the video on one condition...” “whats that” I said. “You suck a cock for me!” I had always fantasized about a hot girl making me suck cock, I agreed enthusiastically, which she thought was quite humorous. We went into a men’s bathroom she told me “first guy that walks in you blow” I agreed, now extremely nervous, but the sight of her ass gave me courage. After 10 minutes or so the door opened. I was glad to see a complete stranger. He. “With a husband or partner your talk afterwards mainly focuses on work, money, kids but with your lover your focus is just on sexual aspect of your relationship. Why do you ask?”“Just wondering that’s all.”“Just wondering what Jerry and her boyfriend have been talking about?”Billy nodded.She smiled. “They would have been talking about sex. Sex and more sex,” she told him. “And they would have had sex again.”“Jerry was saying that on the journey up Ian was telling her things that he like to do.