So what did you slip on? Or how did you slip?” They stare at me with a curious expression.The thing is ... I don’t really know what had happened. ... glance to the sink ... Then to my hands. I feel like I want to remember something ... Even though I have no clue what it is that I want to remember.“I’m not sure, maybe clumsy feet?” I sort of laugh off.I notice they’re beginning to look closely at me. Unsure why, but it’s making me uncomfortable. I smile briefly, trying to look sincere.“Again .... I was afraidI would wake suddenly and be back in my usual humdrum life. But no, Igot myself completely naked and reached for the insubstantial garmentagain.Grace said, "You don't have much body hair, Sugar, but we're going tohave to get rid of what little there is. Everything below the eyebrowsgoes. I want you smooth and pink all over."As the camisole slid over my torso I felt incredibly stimulated. Withoutat first realizing it was happening, I got an erection. I saw that mywife was. And thanks to their afternoon beverages, were feeling no pain. I ordered Thai for dinner, it was delicious and while I was out, I'd found a pastry shop and picked up several cannolis for dessert. Ambers' favourite. The girls had put a good dent in the rye so before I had too much to drink I decided to grab another bottle before the liquor store closed. When I got back to the house, the music was still playing, and Icould hear water running upstairs and the girls laughing. “Probably doing. ”I took the small stack of about five. “I’m glad youenjoyed yourself.”I sat at my desk. As usual, my top customers were tryingto reach me after the holiday. The last message caughtmy eye. It said:“Plan on working late.” It was unsigned.Hannah wouldn’t let me even kiss her during dinner. WhenI tried to find out more information on the lastmessage, she acted coy and innocent. “It might behelpful if you weren’t wearing any clothes,” she.