"Jim, what is this?" she link-thought in Cantonese."Quantum foam," Jim's sleepy thought returned in English."Huh?" You're so beautiful... Such lovely ...ur..." Jim thought in great drowsiness. "All the lovely brown and red stripes..." Huh?!" Lots of cute feet too..." WHAT?!"And then the dream changed. The bubbles were gone, and Cindy appeared to be inside a cave. The cave sloped up and ended about ten feet in front of her, with an exit hole in the roof of the very smooth rock, almost polished.. They were obviously fake, but even so they looked good.'They certainly do little brother. And don't worry they do to Bristoll too though he's trying not to notice. It's always the same problem little brother, even with Anne's help he's still hopeless around the opposite sex, still unable to string two words together. And it doesn't seem to matter whether they're your plain Jane types, shy like him, spunky like Anne or worldly and big-breasted like this woman. She IS Erin Macintosh by the. But at home... God, how she hated putting on airs of superiority and having to wear those damnable conservative costumes. She even hated the cutoffs and tee shirt she normally wore in the garden. What Cheryl really wanted was the freedom from society's norms that said she had to hide her body, to be able display it to anyone who wanted to see it. There's nothing wrong with anyone's body, she thought to herself. Hell, everyone has one. But she knew it was more, much more, than simply nudity that. Just as I entered the room she was there sleeping on the bed and just woke up from the noise of my steps, She with the help of pillows sat on the bed. Just as I put the flowers on the bedside and sat beside her she just cried. She cried on my shoulder and she cried really hard and her tears made my shirt wet.Man, she really cried hard that even her father came inside the room. Then I just signaled them to stay put and everything is ok and let her cry. After crying, she saw my face. I wiped her.