She was dreaming. The coffee shop, the coffee she was making and this strange man were all part of a most lucid dream."Who are you and why are you her...e?" Meg finally asked him."I'm Derek. I'm an incubus." He replied matter-of-factly as he watched her work."An incubus?" Meg asked quizzically as she tried to lay a coffee colored design on her layer of foam. "Isn't like that a demon?"Derek shrugged. "Yeah, we get called that all the time. Just because people don't understand us." Should I be. After 9.30 she said she has to go, and wanted me to get a taxi. I said that I will drop her for which she agreed. While I was driving my car she sat next to me and my son went of to sleep in the back seat. Her house was almost 15Km away and I was driving slowly. During this time I held her hand in my hand and I was talking. She took my hand close to her boobs and said that she was feeling good as she gets bored sitting at home. After that I asked her to visit my home if she is free next day. Sam was looking for anyone, daring anyone to challenge her.And no one did.The reactions of the people around us kind of flowed together as we got used to the attention. Some people were discrete, most people were, it seemed lewder to draw attention to us than to simply allow two women to walk around bare-chested and unaccosted. There was something about social pressure and social stigma that worked together to prevent most from calling too much obvious attention, though there were exceptions.. “I’ll take this one,” pointing North.“Okay I’ll give you a call if I see him or hear from the others,” she agreed, “let’s hope we get lucky.” She really was being quite friendly today.An hour later his phone went. Mia of course: “He went Grace and Paul’s way. He went past Grace but not Paul so it’s the second turning on their side. Anyway I’ll wait for you and we can ride back together.”Mo couldn’t help thinking of Mia’s body as he rode back to her junction at a good pace. Those legs. Her ass..