" That's what Deirdre says," smiled the other man."I see a great deal of material on Ireland. There's history and folktales and even fiction." Some it...is hers. A lot of it is mine though. I try to understand things about her and her heritage is a major part of her. As for the fiction, she says, and I agree, that often you can find out more about people by reading what they dream about rather than just cold facts and dates."Duncan nodded his agreement."And I'm of Irish ancestry myself. A little. Could you handle this?" Sure, Mark, I'd be glad to," I replied. "Where do I need to go?" It's just down the street. Go see a woman named Karen, okay?" No problem." I didn't mind a walk on a day like today. Grabbing my utility disks and tool kit, I sauntered towards the city building and opened the office door. Karen was sitting at her desk chatting with someone on the phone and looked up at me with a questioning look. I smiled and waited for her to finish her conversation and hang up the. Jack waved me over inviting me to join them. I sat on the opposite side of their booth and introduced myself. Nikki was glad to have someone new to talk to and only stopped long enough to let me order. She asked questions, without waiting for an answer. It didn't seem she was interested in answers anyway, only talking.Jack and I just listened while we ate. Nikki, it seemed, wasn't hungry. After the meal we smoked and listened some more. During one of the brief breaks Jack asked," Where are you. “We may as well, get you more appropriately dressed while your hands are free, don’t you think.”The top of your dress is pulled slowly down over your shoulders, the buttons that remain unfastened allow it to hang down from your waist, you then feel my hands against the bare flesh of your back, as my fingers unclasp your bra. Removing your bra and now naked from the waist up, in the open air in the sunshine, you feel not exposed but free and exhilarated. Taking the bra from you I place it in the.