In her dreams Beverly had met most of the folk that lived in dream valley, spoke to them, even laughed with them. Her dream people were the closest fr...ends that Beverly had ever known. Last night instead she found herself lying in a bed, a thin attractive bald man was lying over her their hips pressed together. Beverly might be a virgin in her waking life, but the dream Beverly could feel the man’s hard cock deep inside her body as he smiled down at her. Beverly had no idea who he was but was. ’ I do as I’m told, trying to find a way to stall any way I can–to get anyone’s attention before this man with the sad voice gets his way. My hands are out of my pockets, and the silver of my cigarette case reflects the light of the room across the crowd, but no one notices. No one notices how stiff I am, or how upset I look. ‘What are you going to do?’ I ask him, trying to buy time. Time. Anything to steal a moment. A waiter walks past with a tray of hors d’oeuvres, ignoring me as though I do. Maybe they were her features, her skin smooth and soft or probably just had to happen.The fact is that he had heard seething inside, his face looked the book, but the eyes and mind were focused elsewhere. Began to look at it as something more than just a friend, was no longer the girl with which to study or do two gossip. Now he looked with another eye.He had always known of the deep that there are physical differences between the sexes, but he had never been interested in what, for him, that. I can't wait for you to meet her. You know, in a strange way she reminds me of Jennifer. She's sweet and loving and smart ... and absolutely gorgeous." He looked at her and said, "Mom, you and Dad reminded me of us tonight."Ali looked puzzled. "Your father and I? What did we do?" When you came home and he kissed you. I know it was supposed to be perfunctory, but it sure wasn't. I don't think you and Dad are capable of perfunctory kisses, are you? Neither are we. God, I love that woman!"Later.