I passed out of college in 2000 and got a job in middle east, was working as customer support engineer in IT company, over a period I realized I was g...ood at solving complex issues and was reserved for desperate situation. It was one of those evenings when I was returning from call;I got a buzz around 7:45 in evening by my field manager asking me to provide support to a crashed HDD, a replacement of which was delivered to be rebuilt in close proximity. I took the number half heartedly and called. When she was done, I tried to shake off the boredom and kept going with my plan.“Would you talk to me about sexual dreams?”There was a long pause, but she eventually answered.“Yes.”I think our sessions had actually been good for my sister, in a way—she’d really loosened up a lot.“Would you talk to me about any sexual dreams you have involving me?”“No.”“What was the last sex dream you had?”I won’t share the details, but it was equally vague and incomprehensible—apparently Lucy doesn’t dream in. We all went and sat at the bar ordering drinks. There were drunken girls our age, some older, dancing poorly to the techno music. The bar itself was the stage for the girls to dance on. Even though the bar was rather crowded, the same bartender was always around when I was ready for another drink. He was kind of cute, and I flashed him a smile here and there. I figured I could get started having fun right away. As you all know, John and I like to plan and scheme things. I began scheming my. Even mom seems to know what the big secret is and she didn’t even go to that meeting. I’m sure it can’t be anything too weird - it’s just not that kind of church, or camp - I think!”The two men then exchanged a few more words in their native tongue before Bjorn looked at Jessie and just shrugged his shoulders. Mr Erikson then looked at his son then at Jessie and gave a little laugh before saying, “Yar, you vill have the good time. You see. You sing, you make music, you have the good time ... ha.