Well the dream ended and I woke up. I was sorta expecting to find a beautiful woman sleeping beside me. Nothing."Food first." I pointed myself out, an... headed to a group of pear-trees. The past few months I've got pretty good at climbing trees to get what I wanted.Walking past a blackberry patch with a bunch of little birds chirping away, I saw something. Curiosity took me to what I saw.I walked closer and closer, and saw from the backside at first. A woman, her skin was a blemish-less coco. They were now both watching the flounce of her untamed curly ginger locks as Verity moved behind the shop counter. Both guys deciding in their minds independently but mentally concurring, some ginger fuzz was a must, between her thighs, given her great light natural hair colour. “Sorry, I was busy but what can I do for you?” and Verity was taking them both in, they were in their early twenties. Both in suits, looking very suave and packing it in their pants by the looks of it. But she. Helpful Hands does good work helping to build homes and clean up neighborhoods for people in need.”“Isn’t community service, like, a punishment for minor crimes? Like, couldn’t I literally get wasted and busted for underage drinking, and they’d send me here, or I could just hang out with you. This is literally punishment.”“I believe that at the end of the day, seeing all the people we helped, you will feel pretty good about.”“Oh yeah,” Kristen challenged her, “how do you figure that?”“Because I. I thought for a moment. “Ridiculous.”She looked a tiny bit annoyed. “My question?”“No, the word ‘ridiculous.’”She smiled. “Why?”“Because it is, itself, ridiculous.”Her hand frequently held mine, stroked my leg under the table, caressed me. We took a cab to her flat. What, I asked myself, are you doing? You don’t know her but the truth was I did know her. I had always known her. In the cab, she kissed me and I thought at one point her hand was going to go under my skirt and I knew I wouldn’t.