" You mean grades wise?" He started "I was..." No sweetie." She interrupted "I mean how did you manage sports with...well with such a large piece of e...uipment."Shit, he thought, if she kept talking about his dick again, he was going to get a full on hard on. "I umm, I tended to wear briefs and boxers under my gym shorts." Wasn't that confining?" She inquired "I mean, putting something that big into an enclosed space... it tends to hurt, which is why I don't wear a bra anymore."Oh god, he. “Who are you?” a woman was striding across the lawn towards us. She had her daughters’ build and features. She was looking right at me - at a pervy middle-aged man naked with her teenage daughters whom she’d left home alone.“This is Mike Proctor,” Sara answered as she sprang up - literally sprang in one gymnastic flip from being on her back to upright - “he’s our boss, mine and Tashie’s. We’re all quite safe. I’m Sara.”Sara was advancing towards the woman, ending up in front of us; naked,. I know I'm hot--" You are so hot. But you knew I thought that." Yeah, I've felt something that made me think you think that," she said."Listen," I said. "If this is going to be your last night here, I want to send you off with a ba-- er, in style. One last dance, and I promise you a very big tip. To tide you over till you land at a new place." It's a deal," she said.She led me back to the private area and I sat down on a soft couch, sinking backwards into its cushions. I looked up at the curved. . I wasn't dead.I lay there, trying to assemble the information I had available. I was alive, it was dark, I was on some kind of a platform, I was hurt, but ... what else? At some point I could hear noises. Footsteps, I thought. That's good. Someone is coming for me. But they never did. And little gong sounds every now and then. What did it all mean?I drifted off again into that wonderland of dreams. Strange dreams with shiny boots and pavement, three boys and a little girl. A very lovely.