“That feels nice,” she said, convulsively catching her breath like she had been sobbing.“Bad dream?”“Uh-ha.”“Who was that?” he asked.�...��I’m not sure,” she replied still groggy. “Wait a second. Did we just have the same dream together?”They often experienced similar feelings, thoughts and even dreams, especially when their heads were pressed together. Over the years, Mom had witnessed such episodes and was certain that their minds were trying to communicate on the same wave lengths. Dad would. No one would hire them as a fluffer even. This was back in the mid-1990s. Every single one of the leadership group was gone within a year. Anyone who had voiced support was out of the business in 18 months. You're independent contractors – well, except for Rebecca, who owns her own site, and Allie and Sarah, who have contracts. Studios are under no obligation to work with you."The pressure the studios can exert is tremendous. The agencies are only slightly below the studios in the power. I was so horny. I hope you're not mad.Why would I be mad?* Well, I feel guilty about it.You shouldn't.* No?No.* Oh, good. It was quite nice.I bet.* Not as nice as if you were there.Thanks.* No really.Okay. You know what?* What?Thinking about you doing that... it makes me horny.* It does?Yep. I'm umm... getting hard as we speak.* Oh. Well, we should have discussed this before.We should. Tell me more.* Well, my roommate wasn't there. She was out with her boyfriend I suppose.Uh huh.* And I was. Her curves were perfect, and although she would not admit it, they were a renaissance artists dream of the perfect figure. Not full… not in the least. A slender waist accentuated by perfectly arched back, gorgeous hips and indulgent breasts that were not afraid of a little light. This month her hair had a rusty hue, and her eyes were all the more piercing for it. A sudden jolt of the train broke Kristin from her musical daydream. She looked around and realized that the train had become.