I was being a bitch on purpose because i needed to go. “Good their still here, you didn’t steal them” and after i said that he was angry getting... out of his chair saying “Whore don’t come into my garage and tell me i steal”. He was in my face calling me that with me saying back to him “go fuck herself”. He took my chin in his hand and shook it “whore you got what you wanted”, with me saying defiantly “how do you know what the hell i want, eat shit you fucking cocksucker”. “You fucking whore i. . Fuck, I was moaning with pleasure and he was enjoying the assault.He removed my bra and his lips were on one of my nipple and other he was pressing and teasing with his hand, pinching me hard. Aahh.. I can still remember that feeling as if it was yesterday.Between all this, I could feel his erection growing under me. I removed his shirt and started kissing his chest, blowing sweet kisses on his bare skin. I pushed him on the bed so that he was lying and I was looking at him… Fuck that vision. ‘And whom may I say is calling?’ She inquired. I was about to say simply, ‘Her Son.’ But then I remembered what she had said last night and thought that this might be a good time to pull a little joke on all concerned. ‘Just tell her it’s her date from last night. She’ll know who your talking about.’ ‘Ok.’ She replied and I could hear her tell Mom over the intercom what I had said. A second passed and then I heard Mom come on the line, ‘Hello baby. How are you feeling this morning?’ She said. I saw Drea with her wife Tracy, and as far as I could remember, Tracy wasnot in favor of Drea showing her feminine side outside of her writing.But there Drea was in a very pretty dress that matched the one Tracy waswearing, and both looked totally happy.Then it got even stranger.I got a tap on the shoulder, and turned to see a beautiful woman standingwith her arms open, and somehow, I recognised Wren Phoenix."But ... you died!" I cried."Don't worry about it, Dorothy. Come on, you're going to be.