I glanced at Faoril. Her face pale, her dark hair clinging to her flushed face. Carrying us all with conjured winds from the battle across half the ci...y had tired her. She had pushed herself to save us. “I can handle the Captain, Faoril. Get some rest.”“Of course you can.” An evil smiled twisted her lips. “I just want to watch.”Thyrna opened the door, walking into the short hallway beneath the stern deck, two doors on the right and two on the left led to smaller cabins. The door at the end of. And I'm not a lesbian of any sort! Well, I wasn't before that night, at least. I'm not usually the one to hit on people at nightclubs, but I approached her that night... and she rejected me. Apparently she's not into “my type” and much preferred ogling the waiter's firm derriere. I sulked away when I realized that I could be any “type” I pleased. Not without practice, of course. I couldn't maintain a glamour to appear to be a member of the opposite gender all night long, and if I had my way. I had discovered sex the same way Columbus discovered America. Forget all the people who had discovered it, fully explored it and inhabited it before me. I had discovered it first.And now I had a hard time thinking of anything else. In my dreams, I imagined glorious coupling with all the women I knew, and all the actresses and models of the time. I woke up every morning hard (and naked).I would masturbate before I got out of bed, trying to quickly capture the sensuality of the dreams the night. At one time Iturned my light on and drew out a floor plan to the house andlabeled each room.Nightly fiction dreams, #2Several of my nightly "half-dreams" occurred as being the mascotof the school at athletic functions. The catch was that I got toride with the cheerleaders. They would dress me up as acheerleader on the bus trips or I would dream that they dared meto walk into the restaurant we would stop at and I would bewearing their clothes. Often I would dream that they talked meinto a.