I stopped and blinked at it in surprise. It was the face from my dream. Judging from the style, I must have drawn it but I don’t remember doing that... I had a towel around my head so I could dry my hair – no electric hair dryers in this ward.I sat down on Mischa’s bed so that I could look at the drawing as I dried my hair. It was big, probably because the face had filled my head so completely before I got rid of it. I looked at the face and noticed that it wasn’t quite right. The drawing. There was ornate trimming around the ceiling with the dark brown mahogany carrying over to the massive bar. The painting on the wall behind the bartender was of a woman lying on her side. A blanket strategically draped over her sumptuous body showed a hint of the swell of one white breast and a bare leg from mid-thigh to foot. A black woman, clothed like the chambermaid who had come into Steele’s room, was fanning her. Steele sat on a stool at the bar, leaving an empty one between him and the. ....sits on her knees, waits on her presents as a little girl in front of the christmas three waits for her presents.....now she unwrappes the first one.....holds it, investigates it.....pulls the foreskin back and it grows in her hand...now it is fully erected, pulsating, veins filled with blood, she looks at the head...leans forward....smells on it.....looks up at the owner and opens her mouth.....Thoughts...or thoughts? Just pictures in my head....my wife, prude and classy.....what would her. He seemedperfectly content with their lovemaking, while she hadto resort to self-stimulation when her secretfrustration became too great. Still, Mike’s a good man, she quickly remindedherself, ashamed of the fact that she found fault withthe man she loved. And a perfect husband. Even if Sarahdid have to masturbate now and then, she was still avery lucky woman to have a wonderful man like MikeMcBride. Especially with her lurid past! Now that herpassion was spent, Sarah regained her.