I thus decided to publish these fantasies for free for my readers to enjoy. It is meant to entertain, so please do not leave hateful comments if every...hing is not perfect. I am only human after all. Authors Note 2: Although this fantasy can be read independently, it was written as part of a series. For full enjoyment, please read The Barbie Lez Fantasies: Week 1-5. *** Have you ever had one of those fantasies? You know, the ones that feel so real you begin to wonder if you are actually. Mack's Diner was in, what had once been, a fashionable part of town but now was just one step away from skid row. It had become, over the years, a local greasy spoon, frequented by seniors on a fixed income who didn't want to cook at home, singles, like myself, who had no culinary skills and the occasional lost stranger who dropped in for directions, a cup of coffee, or a piece of pie."Nothing much, it's been a rough day. Where's Rosie?" Rosie was the other waitress and my favorite. Although I. We adapted the US Constitution, altered for our special circumstances, and installed recently retired Judge T. Clyde Thorson, from Branson, as our first presiding judge, and installed him in a wonderful courtroom, purchased, disassembled, shipped, and reassembled on Nauru. We even hired his former court clerk, who lost her husband and had no children, to make the move with him and SandraOur engineers quickly began upgrading electrical service, phone, and sewage disposal. We used some modern. “I didn’t mean to mess it up.”“Good. My princesa said yellow flowers. FIX IT!”“I will,” the short,, medium brown-skinned dude with an orange undertone said.“You better,” Agustin the party planner told him. Braxron got on the phone. He placed a call.“I have a truck comin right now,” Braxton said.“Oh! I told my sons to go get some.”“Can you call them back?”“Yeah!”Agustin called Manny.Manny called Adrian.Adrian called Daniel.The nice looking stocky men placed every flower, A few dark-skinned men.