She figured that if they were able to dream lucidly, they might be able to bring about a different outcome to their reoccurring nightmare. They would ...inally be able to lay to rest the ghost of that traumatic experience. With a little verbal prompting they might be able to turn down a different street this time to avoid the roadside IED bomb, or duck into a crowded restaurant before the shooter attacks them.Of course there was still no sign of the Agency’s involvement in any of this at this. … I want to know … just how you fantasize about me.’ Then, she leaned in and whispered, ‘Show me,’ before melding her lips back into mine. I casually slipped her glasses into her back pocket, freeing up my hand to amorously rub her back. At the same time, I happily squeezed and massaged her breasts with my other hand. Our lips popped and sucked one another, panting with increasing desire. Both of us were getting very excited. I wanted to stroke while the iron was hot. I kept an arm behind her. “Congratulations,” said one man, rushing over to Reverend Whitman. “Wonderful sermon,” said an old woman. “One of your best.” “Don’t thank me,” said Whitman, sounding both modest and full of himself at the same time. “Thank the Lord for speaking through me. I am but his instrument.” Justice and Chastity remained on the bench, sitting silently until the crowd dispersed ten minutes later. As soon as the last person left, Reverend Whitman approached his two children. “Justice, your shirt is. So I have asked Jan to take back with her the clothes I am wearing along with my entire entire luggage and donate it to a local charity of her choice."As some of the other passengers were staring at us as I watched Mary pull her business suit off her shoulders and then with the rest of her expensive outfit until she was standing there before me as naked as I was, with the small exception that she was fully shaved down there.Then, as I watched, her naked secretary, Jan, pushed the cart.