Tasha was hopeful when she saw that good-looking, high-tipping Eddie. He smiled at her and said, ‘Susie.’ It was ironic: Tasha had a perfect real...name for hooking but the owner of this joint had stuck her with that plain-as-a-biscuit ‘Susie.’ Lying naked on the massage bed, Eddie gazed at Tasha, a broad smile on his face. ‘You may turn into a habit of mine, Susie,’ he said as Tasha undressed, letting her lingerie drop. This was no ordeal for Tasha. Even though she preferred women, sex with. . husband.Husband. That word sent little shivers of distaste through her, sendinga fracture through the otherwise perfect dreamscape. If she was a girl,she should marry a man. She was a girl, so she should marry a man. Shefrowned, within the dream, and stood. The tableau of happy brothers anda loving mother faded away, everything losing its distinctive shapeuntil she was just a single woman in a field of colors. Husband...Perhaps if she tried to imagine him, attribute by attribute?She tried to. When they reach the house he slams the door and throws her against the wall, kissing her hungrily and unlacing her bodice, dropping her dress to the floor. Kitty stands shyly, her milky, smooth flesh and fishnet stockings, his hands pinning her to the wall as his teeth sink into her neck. She screams with pure pleasure and he picks her up and takes her to the bedroom. She kicks off her shoes along the way. He throws her onto the bed and gets on top, kissing and tugging on her lips. She shivers. They were my favorite pair; lime green lace with a little pink bow on the front.“How come you took them off yourself? I would have done it for you,” I said as I laughed a little at my own horny-ness.“Cause it would have gotten in the way when I do something to you later,” she smiled that wicked smile, and I just couldn’t resist her.And in about two seconds I had her on top of me, staring straight into her eyes.“So is this what you had in mind?” I asked her, smirking.“Maybe.”With that I pulled.