In fact, trying to fit my experience in being in a coma into Aimee's myths really seemed that I was stretching the analogy to the breaking point. Even... Aimee said that she wasn't really describing my coma, but my ability to invade the dreams of others.The fact remained that I had Mary and Debbie both declaring to me that they were my slaves. I also had Aimee' profess a desire to also be my slave. The strange part about that was that neither Mary nor Debbie seemed to have any submissive streak in. So I was a little intriguedwhen I had that phone call one day."Is that Mary MacLennan?" the voice asked."Yes?" I said cautiously. I was fed up with phone calls from marketers."This is Ephraim Vanderveld. How are you, Mary?"It took me a second or so to react. "I'm well. And yourself? Your's is avoice from the past." Yes Mary, it's been many years."With the brief social niceties over he immediately got to the point.Ephraim had always been like that. "I hear you are about to retire fromthe. " Colette said, laughing, hands still on her breasts, "You're both sitting there lusting after your sister's boobs!"Jen downed the last drink of her margarita, still leaning on my shoulder, "Take your top off, let us see them," she said quietly, almost like a dream, "let us see your pretty breasts." Yeah, right, the nudist wants my top off," Colette took another drink of her margarita, "in front of my own brother, no less." You show me yours and I'll show you mine..." laughed Jen."You first.". "Ohhh, you are such a charmer! Thank you!" Susan answered for both ofthem."Just a minute, ladies, I will be right back with a surprise youhopefully will like!"He turned and left again behind the bar. Michelle noticed his stoutfigure. He wore suite pants and an elegant shirt. From his left handankle dangled a heavy golden chain."Hmmm... I wonder what this surprise will be!" Michelle turned back toSusan."Yes, he left us curious, didn't he. You know him?" Just from seeing him the few times I came.