“Was it about Linda?” Amber asked sympathetically as she kissed my neck again while giving me another loving squeeze.“Yeah,” I sighed in agree...ent, feeling reluctant to share since I felt guilty about how I’d felt in my dream. I knew that I didn’t truly love Linda, not like I did my girls anyway, but it had seemed so deep and real in my nightmare. A residual of which was still lingering in my head—it had me feeling a tiny bit confused, and I was too tired, overwhelmed, and upset to sort it out. The two women worked also as secretaries for the same company.The plumper one, Giovanna, was polite but somehow shy, the other, Lorentana, was all flame emaning sexual appeal to all the place. In no time we got very familiar as if we knew each other for a long time. Time passed and the sleepy barman asked, politely I must admitt, if we could please pay because it was time to close.Out in the street they decided that it was too early to go home and Lorendana (the boobs) proposed her place for a. Female bisexuality, it seemed was not only acceptable now to the public, but it was now considered ‘en vogue’ for the other ‘A’ list celebrity women to flaunt not only their male bed partners, but also now their female ones… even inventing a few if necessary. All apparently trying to ‘out-slut’ their rivals. It was a golden age for the tabloid press for the next year or two, and speculation as to which of my women was going to be the first to bear one of my children soon became a more important. I really appreciate you orchestrating my wife’s kidnapping!” I chuckled.“All of us were at our wits’ end. There wasn’t anything else to do. I’m just glad it worked out. It could have gone horribly wrong.”“Tell me about it,” I sighed. “I’m just happy she’s safe and that the baby is safe.”“What are you going to do about that?” Stephanie asked.“Stephanie,” Jorge warned in a low voice. “Not now!”“It’s OK, Jorge,” I said. “Nothing, Squirt. Absolutely nothing. I don’t care WHY she didn’t have the.