"It was actually closer to fifteen minutes before Hank was called into President Proctor's private office. There, President McGee began an impassioned...plea."What will you do with them when you find them?" Hank asked the USR's president. "They are under the control of another--what they do isn't their fault. If handled with compassion you can turn those mind-controlled people into your political allies and they will be witnesses rooting out the Conspiracy of Dreams in your government. Or you can. Without another word, the ritual of rubbing fragrant moisturizer continued up one leg and down the other before she rose fluidly and strode over to the dresser. She rummaged through the dresser drawers before picking the perfect pairing of mismatched bra and panties. Misty dropped the flimsy nude colored semi sheer bra on dresser's top and proceed to slip on her panties while still wearing the robe. After slipping on her panties, Misty sat on a stool at her dresser looking at Eric more than. Our hotel was near the beach. So after getting fresh, I went for a walk on that beach where I saw Prachi.She asked – Last night, Anvesha didn’t let you fuck?I said- She is mad for my dick. You must be knowing this.She said- Then, how you woke up early?I said- I usually wake up early every day. But maybe you didn’t get sex last night.She said- Yeah! Aditya was very tired.I said- There is a theory that morning sex is more beneficial that night sex. You should try that.She smiled and said- I am. Besides, if I don’t quite fit into your view of what is real and what isn’t, then is there any harm in saying it out loud? If I truly don’t exist, then can this not merely be considered self-reflection?” Tyler took a deep breath. “But if you’re just a part of this dream, then don’t you already know the answer?”“Maybe I do and maybe I don’t, what matters is that you are able to vocalize and accept it.” Tyler gave another deep sigh and looked down at the nonexistent ground. “It wasn’t me, it was.