No reply. She was getting really pissed! “Hey Tam! Can I give you a ride home?” I asked. “Its so far out of your way!” she said. “Not a prob...lem!” I replied. “Your wife won’t mind? Are you sure?” “Come on! Lets go!” On the trip home, I could see she was upset. “What’s wrong Tam? “ I asked When she tried to brush it off, I wouldn’t let her. “Come on!” I said, “Fess up! Spill your guts!” “Tom and I had a fight this morning. I think he’s still pissed at me. I know I’m pissed at him. That’s why he. “So I can’t have him,” said Mindy, grinning.“What kind of dreams?” asked Jennifer. “About him, I mean?”“You sure you want to hear them?”“Yes.” She blinked. “How um ... dirty are they?”Her mother sobered. “First off, nothing you dream is dirty. Sex isn’t dirty. I know there are people out there who think it is, but they have a mental illness. They wouldn’t call it that, but I do. So don’t ever think that sex is dirty, or that thinking about it is dirty, or dreaming about it is wrong. It’s not.. Without a word he walked over to the woman I was working on. She was a middle aged suicide.Because it was an "other than normal" death, the medical examiner performed an autopsy on her.I had her on my table lying on her back with her head resting on a block. I had opened up the "Y" incision the coroner had put in her chest and removed the visceral bag they had returned to her chest.I had filled the plastic bag with a special mixture of embalming fluids designed to completely protect the. “Yes, plenty of guys but you seem pretty cool Paula.”I didn’t know what she was talking about but I watched her touching herself. She touched herself like she couldn’t stand not touching herself. She fondled her breasts and pinched and pulled at her nipples.“One time when I was in here my half brother came over and walked in on me. I didn’t say anything to him but he stared at my tits and without even saying a word he just like totally pulls off his pants!I know!So I like just sat there. I.