. don’t people deserve. . .’ and then the tears started again though she was trying desperately to control herself. ‘Here,’ I pushed the box o... tissues toward her and waited a long time until she settled again. Two tissues later she floored me: ‘don’t you ever just want to do someone Carson? I mean, make love. With someone?’ ‘Someone, with someone, yes. Uh, I suppose, well yes, obviously, you know me, I mean, you’ve known me for years’ I sputtered. ‘No, I haven’t’ she said in a soft, sort of. I’d find one or another of the girls coming to bed with me every so often, Alia absent. There were no fights, no discussions, no schedules; it was as if they’d colluded on how to manage me to their satisfaction. I didn’t complain. Managing three females would have been like trying to coral ants by thought alone - impossible from the get go - and probably would have driven me to drink, at least to drink more, that is. I was a wise man. “I have no opinion,” was my standard position when presented. And woke up around 7:30 or 8 a.m. the next morning. In the six months they dreamed of one another, they had gotten to know each other real well. They made love to one another in their dreams. They were so in love with one another. But they also were beginning to long for each other in real life and began writing down their dreams. They even began posting stories about their dreams online. They just could not bring themselves to follow what they were dreaming in real life and follow their. She moved her leg and tapped her long fingernails to the beat of the rock music. Of the four men, the one she noticed the most stood and approached her.“I hate seeing such a beautiful looking woman sitting all by herself. Would you like to dance?”“Where have I heard that pick up line before?” she asked, smiling at him. “I’d love to dance.”She felt his hand to the small of her back as he escorted her to join the others dancing, introducing himself as Jeff.“Hi Jeff, I’m Cathy.”She began her.