I want her so badly. Why don’t you? Before you took those blasted pills, I bet you did.”“It’s not proper,” Phillipa said. “What’s she’... doing ... Who she is ... Who I am ... It’s just not the way things should be done.”“Wouldn’t it be better though?” she asked. “Imagine if leaders of nations made love instead of fought. If they came together in the bedroom, their bodies heaving together, united in mutual passion. Imagine the understanding that could be gained.”I smiled, nodding my head in. ”Behind the counter Dave unzipped my skirt and let itfall to the floor. I stepped out of it and he picked itup and put it on the counter. Looking over at my husbandDave said, “Your right, this is an amazing ass. Shelooks so fuckable.” Jon just watched. He could only see me from the waistup. Dave asked me; “Are you ready?”I knew what he meant. I was going to do what my husbandwanted. Worse yet, what I wanted. I leaned over thecounter and spread my legs. Dave said, “What do you want?”“I want you. "Meanwhile, Venus was pacing around Jennifer's apartment. Like everybody else in the radio station, he too had fantasized about what her life style was like. And like all the male staff of WKRP, they wondered what her bedroom might look like.Oh fuck this guys," Venus blurted out. "I just gotta see Jennifer's bedroom."Bailey blushed profusely at Venus' outburst. Such comments were never meant for her shy disposition. And with his statement, Venus rushed down the hallway towards the main. .. pluck whatever you find out at will. Tell me, can you affect the dreams or do you simply watch?" And I would share that kind of information why?" I asked."Because I asked," he said, "but you needn't bother; your works to date speak quite plainly that your gift is more than mere observation. Flaying my faithful alive in their own dreams? Hardly what I would call civilized behavior. That was you, wasn't it?"I really didn't see the point of giving him any more information; he was doing pretty.