He was serious in some of them, silly in others, even unrecognizable in a couple, except for his eyes. Johnny's eyes were always the same and I just l...oked up and wished I wasn't so stupid.I actually had sort of a shrine to handsome white men in my little dorm room. It was mine, afterall, and the one place I knew my parents would never see. So I had some real Playgirl centerfolds hanging up here and there, not because I was seriously into pictures of naked guys, but just because I could. They. I had never had a dream like this before, but maybe itwas possible. I tried to pinch myself, but no difference.It occurred to me that if I wasn't dreaming, I was in trouble. Could Itell anyone I wasn't this girl? Who would believe me? And even if by somemiracle someone believed me, what could they do? I somehow doubt anybodyknows how to do a soul transplant.For that matter, I wasn't sure where my real body was. If my soul was inher body, was she in mine? Or is my body in the morgue?I decided I. .. Oooh, it is already a bit inside, isn't it?" Taste for yourself, sweetheart!" I smell at my index, lick it a bit, before I bring it to her nose"How about the smell & taste of your yummy backdoor, beauty?" - "Hmm, smells sexy, Pappi" Odeur from there is so powerfull, Princess. All perfumes contain little bits of it, to attract men!"Laughing loud, but believing me, as she knows my wisdom and knowledge is beyond all of themI still continue to move her slightly up & down, pretty sure she never. "It's just too much, Mark." What is, Riley?" I never see you -- and I never get on the field -- and I miss my family -- and my roommate is always studying and antisocial -- and the classes are so hard --"She went on with sentence fragments like those as I held her in my arms, kissing the top of her head, my dress shirt wet with her tears. I rubbed her back and eventually her words petered out, her breath coming in short hitches between her sobs.She took a deep breath, and I tried not to notice.