" You mean, you'll tell me the story? I guess, if it doesnt take muchtime." Not quite. You'll experience the story as if you were living it, tonightas...you sleep."Part of the young man wanted to disbelieve her, but there was somethingabout her that made him wonder if it were true. He paid for the costume,and made his way home..****Chapter two: Living the dreamThe young man smuggled the costume into his room, only breathing when itwas safely hidden.Then he came out of his room, ate supper, and. Their kicker hooked the ball and missed. We took a 35-0 lead into the locker room.Our coaches informed the starters that they were done for the day. Our second and third teams proved up to the task of finishing the game. Jon Stafford hooked up twice with Bruce MacCauley in the second half. Both TDs were on plays designed as short passes. Charlie, Wyatt, E. T. and even Grant Turner carried most of the load. They ran through big holes gouged by the offensive line to control the clock.Poor Kent. "Clara, this is weird!" She didn't answer. I couldn't make heads or tails of her objective in all this. "I don't think so..." Why not?" It would... affect our relationship. It's dangerous."She giggled: "A million men would *jump*at such a chance, and *I*married a man who dosn't want to." She didn't say any more and neither did I though it was a while before I fell asleep as my mind turned this over and over. What the hell was going on?The next day when I came home from work, there was Jennifer,. At first we just laid there still laughing about Dylans mouth. I was already under the cover as it was chilly and I was wearing a really skimpy dress, when Dylan decided to join me. I felt the tension grow as Dylan pulled back the quilt to reveal my little black dress which was now up round my waist due to all the wiggling of the previous commotion. I felt hes eyes burrow into me looking at every inch of me before he jumped in under the covers and lay facing me. It didnt take long this time for.