Well, actually, he’d acted much the same in her dream. But in her dream, for whatever reason, Jackie had actually enjoyed it when he treated her lik...e shit.But that was a conversation for a later time. Probably with a therapist.Instead, she just glared at him and turned back to the bar.Rob’s comments must have really bothered her, because that night in her dream, she was still thinking about them.And him.She dreamed of getting up, just a few minutes after taking her pill and going to sleep, and. I only have one good hand. The other one works pretty good, but I can't make a fist or grip anything small." Not a problem," he said putting the TV in the trunk of the car that was supposed to me mine.I gave him a long look as he loaded the TV. "What can I do to thank you," I asked."If you aren't in a hurry, you can have a drink with me," he said. And that's how it started.The next scene is us sitting on a bench outside the double wide on a deck. "This is not exactly what I expected, when you. "What?" I asked."Okay, you win. Take off my pants," she repeated.No foreplay, she just wants to be fucked. I waisted no time in pulling her silk pajama bottoms off of her. I tossed them on the floor next to the bed. I then was over her, I pushed her legs apart. "Please," she asked. "Be gentle."I took hold of my staff and began rubbing the head of my throbbing cock along the slit of her love lips. I looked deep into her brown eyes. Then I pressed my mouth to hers and as we kissed, I slipped. Like a great rain in humid weather she would wipe her memory clean of South Orange if only to start all over again in a city where the players were major and the poetry was as infinite as the knowledge stored on its bookshelves. An innocent, childlike assumption on her part, but one that pulled her resolve into the streets of Manhattan. She was happiest there, so why not return?Until then, though, she had a decision to make about the party. Things like what to wear and how she should do her.