I found myself in her office watching her work. The scene froze and I met the person who had been doing all of this. Her name is Amy, and she is Rebec...a's little sister. I'm sorry; Rebecca Hampton is the name of the FBI agent. In my dreams, Amy appears as an eight-year-old girl. I recognized her as someone I had seen once before in an earlier dream."She said she had been watching me to make sure I was the right one. I asked her what I was the right one for, and she said I had to stop 'the bad. As I entered into the shower I would clean myself good of my days perspiration to make my cock palatable for her lovely lips. Once again I respected her wishes for to not do so would be a terrible sin. The soap lather stroked my already rigid cock. While cleansing myself I thought deep of the never-ending oral sex foreplay we’d perform over and over on one another. A dream I would turn into a reality in mere minutes from now as I would rip off those sheets and look down upon her smiling face.. You were dressed in a most handsome navy blue suit with a sheen on the fabric and it was tailor made for just you. It is quite beautiful work. The stitching was well hidden, the lines sharp and crisp. I could tell it was made by a master tailor. Your shirt was a crisp white with a sheen also. Your black shoes had the same sheen and you commanded your space, respect, and all without a power tie. You are one of few men I’ve seen in my adult life that did not require a tie for show of strength or. Her voice was flat and she didn't lookhunter in the eye. Hunter realized she hadn't said, "you have nothing toapologize for." Taylor's face tightened and hunter thought she was goingto yell at him. "The person I BLAME is Gregg!" her voice rose at the endand her eyes flashed. She looked around quickly and pulled into herself.Hunter couldn't abide the silence. "What are you going to do?" he asked.Taylor let the weirdly melodramatic phrasing pass without comment. "Idon't know how, but I'm going to.