This had possibilities."Tell you what," he said, stroking his chin with the hand attached to the arm without the brat attached to it. "We're gonna be ...on Rhea for a few more days getting supplies. You can go around asking people if they play anything or are interested in learning, and if you can get enough people willing to buy the instruments then I'll get the guitar."Amanda jumped up and kissed his cheek, then gave him a mischievous grin."Well, no matter what, I have enough to get a keyboard!". . I can ... can ... get used to the idea; if ... if ... if I have a chance. I really would like to have a chance at this job; if I can." Well, Mrs. Stephenson; let's see what you've got." The snarl was back; subtle, but still almost contemptuous."What ... what ... what do you want me to do?"..."Take off those fucking clothes." What?" Take off the fucking clothes; convince me." I ... I ... I thought you wanted me to serve drinks. I ... I ... thought a hostess seats people who are new guests.". Before Ian had even closed the front door, Alexis had stripped and was standing in front of him wear just her thong. Ian smiled and walked over to her. Now he was about to teach her who her new master was. He placed his hand on her breast and squeezed gently. She closed her eyes moaned from the warmth of his touch. Ian pushed her back to the dinner table and lifted her on to it. He push the dinner plates aside and leaned her on her back and spread her legs wide. He took the thong in his. Dreams were pouring into Melissa’s real world as she panted, asleep on her bed, living out this hell within her head. Dreams flowed through the void at an alarming rate, yet none of them were associated with Melissa’s own dreams. These were other people’s dreams, nightmares, horrors, fantasies, aspirations, pleasures; dreams representing every possible human emotion. Melissa was trapped in her own nightmare while these spilled into her bedroom.She wanted it to stop. She would have done anything.