’ I drip the oil over your crotch and down your left leg. Then down your right. On your torso, the oil merges together into pools, spreading slowly,... tantalizingly over your skin. ‘When I got back, you were awake. And so here we are.’ ‘Red, really. Untie me. We can talk about…’ ‘Oh do shut up sweetness’, I interrupt. You notice that I keep calling you sweetness instead of by your name. ‘We both know why we’re here. You’re not being satisfied at home and I’m not being satisfied at all. Cyber is. She steps to my closet. I stand to follow her but she's there first.Before I know what she's up to, she crouches and examines a Mary-Jane."These are definitely not mine," she reflects. "And they're huge!"She quickly snatches up one of my sneakers and compares the two shoessole-to-sole."These are *your* size!" she declares. "Bullshit! They're not yours.You're lying." Yeah," she says. "And just after you just convinced me that you *hated*wearing that nightie," she adds.She's up and looking at me. So vivid was this dream I took it as a portent. My father laughed at my concern, and stroked my hair, and told me they would return within the year. And so my father left his household behind, taking with a portion of his servants as bodyguards. Two days I wept, for I loved my father, and feared for him. On the third morning, my maidservants, who wished to console me, bade me accompany them to the river, where they would do the laundry and laugh and gossip. But I wished to remain alone with. "I just wanted to thank you for these few weeks of prep work for the test." Then she smiled at me with her pearly whites that are so perfect that only a teenage girl has.I looked at her smiling slightly Asian face, with her long strait and smooth raven hair, and smiled back saying honestly, "Lisa, I want you to know that I would do ANYTHING to help you get to the college of your choice that I can." I reached over and squeezed her hand on her lap reassuringly, and she smiled, but seemed a bit.