Turning, I immediately noticed Miki was gawking at us. Like I’d just lost my head or something. Noting my mother staring at me, I didn’t want her ...o get the wrong idea – so I immediately let go of my wife and grunted at her. ‘Get the packs inside. Clean up.’ Lynn’s face as she looked back at me was her normal one – mildly frightened. As if she didn’t know what I was going to do, or how I was going to treat her. The first flash of feeling I got from this was through my eyes – from this look, a. ‘Where am I?’, I sleepily asked. ‘And how did I get he…’, ‘Shhhhh’, you respond before I could finish. ‘Dearest little dreamer, you accepted my invitation into this dream.’, you reply. ‘But I… I never received an invitation. How could I have accepted an invitation that I never received?’, I question. That’s when it dawned upon me. All the hypnotic sessions we’ve had together. All the triggers, and all the presets, set in motion the ability to summon you when I need you most. It happened just. — not to mention working long weekends as a hooker in Tijuana. Next I dressed up in my most shocking hooker’s outfit: tight black leather miniskirt with bright pink lace panties showing underneath the too short skirt, bright pink fluorescent tube top, black fishnet stockings, bright purple lace garters, and black leather six inch spke high heels, all topped with “big hair” blonde wig. And a dousing of cheap, flowery perfume. I looked hot. Very hot. Very, very hot. I swished around in front of a. “Fuckin’ shit! It’s Rakesh! What the hell are you doing’ here? You’re supposed to be at the movies!” Arjun shouted at his younger brother. “Yes, Rakesh! We… We thought we were alone,” I said, momentarily taken aback by the intrusion. “Gosh, you guys… I… I didn’t go to the movie. It was about to rain” The boy was trying desperately not to look at me or his brother or our entwined sex organs. “We don’t give a fuck why you came back! You’re an asshole, Rakesh!” Arjun shouted, as he pulled his.