"Okay, professor, how do I learn to kick butt in my head?" Now this I got to see, he thought to himself."Oh ye of little imagination." Dog sighed and ...instructed Greg, "First you close your eyes and become very still and become aware of your body. Visualize all the muscles and the tendons, even the bone joints in your toes and feet." Dog led Greg on an exploration of his own body. Sheesh, there sure was a lot of stuff in there, Greg decided.In small increments, Dog guided him through and showed. A client has been referred to me. You are 39 years old, look much younger, divorced twice, currently unmarried, no c***dren, and a resident of…well many places.” I said, “Don’t worry about that. What do I look like?” “You are beautiful. You are just over five and-a-half feet and weigh about a hundred and thirty-five pounds. You have auburn, no red, yes, a deep red-orange hair that passes your shoulders, but is up right now.” “Good, remarkably good. Five foot six and holding at. She bumped me gently to get me to look into her eyes.“I think you will perhaps have that dream again this afternoon, Señor,” she said, her voice soft and husky.She spun lightly on her heels and swayed away from me before I could think of a rejoinder. Her eyes and voice made me hard enough to drive a railroad spike.While I leisurely ate my breakfast, the rain stopped and the sky cleared. By the time I exited the hotel, only a few puddles and some mud remained from the shower. I picked my way. Running your fingers through the silkiness of my hair. I sigh with pleasure at your kisses, feeling your lips make their way across my shoulders down over the tops of my breasts. I bite my lip with a moan as I feel your tongue flick first one pointed nipple and then the other. I know what is coming and push my breasts forward in anticipation. You laugh deep in your chest at my impatience, but give me what I want…….taking one breast in your hand, you begin kneading it as your mouth claims.