"It's OK. Everyone has left the house. It's just us" she replied.She then grabbed the dress and pulled it up over her head and dropped it to the floor...as I reached across to turn on the bedside lamp. When I turned back to her, I discovered that she was totally naked - including her pussy mound which was totally devoid of hair."I bet you didn't know that I was knickerless all night?" she quipped."No ... it never entered my mind ... or imagination" I responded."I though that you would smell my. Yeah, we need to call him ... but we don't tell him about thedream." Why not? You've never had a nightmare that bad before, it might meansomething." Oh, it means something alright. It means a lot." So, we tell him." We can't, it proves he's screwed up." How does it do that?" All my prior nightmares have been taken from my memories ... noexceptions. I never got the sexy dreams that Lipscomb reported.Sometimes the dreams were kinda weird, sometimes they got a littlestrange, but they were always. He could wait to take her shopping tonight. What a grand time they would have.He was getting his soda from the machine when he noticed that a couple girls were watching him. He was used to this. Due to his looks and his parent’s money, women seemed attracted to him. Sometimes he really hated it. That was brought him into the lifestyle in the first place. When he was eighteen, he wanted girls to like him for something other than money. He met this older lady who was a Dominatrix and she showed. She headed for the more urbane part of town; the small amount of money she had would not sustain her long; she needed find work and shelter quickly once more, or perhaps sign for the meagre welfare she’d be allowed, once an appropriate address could be given.? A pretty brunette, her petite figure in tight jeans caught the eye of many as she threaded herself through the urban sprawl of town, the carbon monoxide thick in her nostrils made her need for shelter and a nice shower, all the more.