We must have spent the best part of two hours enjoying each other’s bodies in a myriad of combinations before we curled up for some well needed rest... It was, however, a disturbed night as, on more than one occasion, the needs of one of the women had to be satisfied by someone – not always me – the noises and movements this caused were usually enough to wake the rest of us so that the frenzy could start once more.It was midday on the Sunday before a very dishevelled Joanne and Fiona left wearing. "You remember my fantasy you about the cutter pickles?" "Oh, no, Bill, you do not have ..." If." God Bill that has happened?" I was fired" No, I mean, that has happened with the cutter?" "She has also been fired."Hair smellingA young secretary is doing photocopies at the office when one of his colleagues said:"Hmmm, your hair smells awfully good!"Immediately, the secretary will see his head and complained to him of being sexually harassed! "How so?" asks the boss"He told me that my hair felt. Much of it, blessedly, I didn’t recall upon awaking once more. What I did was disquieting enough; a dream of a dark figure rising from the eye of a glowing pool, limbs spider like and nimble, orbs the color of emeralds lit from within, the feel of its touch tingling through me as it picked at my thoughts, plucking memories from me like a child stealing from a candy dish. oOoEventually, I awoke, determined to return the way I had come, sure that the storm must certainly have passed. And yet,. When we got home, Mom reminded methat we were going shopping in the morning, and would help me getready right after breakfast.Expecting to wear the same dress, I was surprised when Mom gave me apair of her slacks and a blouse to wear. I had to wear my pennyloafers, but my hair was done just like the night before, and I haddone my own makeup, with only one correction. Our very first stop wasat her salon, where my nails were done, in acrylics by the way. I hadno idea at the time just how hard.