‘I was curious and wanted to look around the house,’ Zoe barely got out from her quivering lips. ‘I saw Gabrielle’s room first and it was amaz...ng. Everything is so beautiful. She is so beautiful. Then I saw the vanity and it made me wonder. Maybe I could find out what makes her so beautiful.’ The side of Victoria’s mouth curled up in a slight smile. Her eyes showed pity onto Zoe. ‘Zoe, I understand. Gabrielle is a gorgeous girl. She’s my perfect little angel. She looks like a movie star. She is. Damn, I think. How am I gonna piss The angle is all wrong, unless I wanted to arch it into the toilet. Maybe I can give myself a chubby, so I can have a little play to aim with. And so I start rubbing the head and thinking sexual thoughts. Almost immediately my new penis starts expanding and sliding out of it’s pouch, so I stop masturbating, and with a foot long flaccid cock I piss like a race horse into the toilet, literally. Shit, I think. That was definitely not a dream then, unless I’ve. It obviously came to her easily in this subconscious state. No wonder Menlo had reacted with disbelief when I told him no one ever called me that.I ordered her to tell me about her room, and for several minutes, she described it in some detail. It seems that the bed was the only piece of furniture in her imaginary nirvana, but it appeared to be enough for her. She couldn't say enough about how soft and comfortable it was. The wallpaper was different every time she visited the place, and it was. The question is, do you have the courage to act on what you know, philosopher?”Dracontius’ breathing grew heavier. His hardness pressed against her through his leather kilt. He looked like a man waiting to wake from a dream, the irony of which was not lost on her. His voice was thick with desire as he finally said: “What is it you want of me?”Her disbelieving mind heard the words come like something pronounced by a dark goddess of lust. “I want you to touch me. Like a lover touches a lover..