We battled tongues in a kiss that had me even harder, if that was possible. We stayed that way for a bit, until we heard Peter come back down the stai...s. As he walked past us on his way to the kitchen, his off-hand comment about somebody having spilled something on the floor had us share a laugh. I left word for Molly to take her time getting ready and even told Peter to help. He was to help her bathe, using her scented bath oil, (either lavender or lilac), and to treat her like it was a spa. And leave.I was in my own little womb, and it was my gateway to cyberspace.Who are you really, Sergeant Mason?His widow had filled out an extensive questionnaire. She didn’t understand at first why I wanted things like names of brothers, sisters, parents, pets, schools, mascots, and hobbies in addition to social security numbers, serial number, addresses, and birthdates. Once I explained that passwords were rarely random, she filled out the form with more information than I was sure was. We were making love, and I was sitting on top of him, grinding my hips against his, my nipples hard as they rasped against his cotton polo shirt. Except, this dream was different from before, this time, I knew who he was. As I had this thought, I heard myself moan and realized that the rough material against my breasts was real. My eyes snapped open, and I found myself looking into Jaime’s sightless, wide-open gaze. I sat stock still, my breath coming in gasps. I wondered how long I had been. Its face turned and the center jutted out to offer up some sort of stone slab with a glowing blue eye. "That is a Sheikah Slate," said the voice once again, "take it..." Upon holding the slate, it flashed the image of the eye symbol and the door opened, revealing a chamber containing a few boxes and a chest.Zelda placed the slate in a pouch on her hip and walked into the next room, standing before the chest. She flipped the latch and opened up the stone container to find a white sundress.