She had told me her parents taught her from a young age that men and women had separate roles in life, that sex was shameful and only wicked, weak slu...ts enjoyed it. Men were incapable of controlling themselves around women, and she'd get pregnant and die in the agony of childbirth if she ever let a man touch her.By high school, Melissa knew none of this was true. She didn't agree at all with her parent's strict views and the guilt they inflicted on her, but they had drilled it into her for so. Adding to her allure were the piercings in her left eyebrow and tiny nose. There was a long flowery tattoo that ran up her thigh to disappear beneath her dress, and another that ran across the length of her left arm. Her calves were shapely and her thighs thick, her ass pushed up by her wedges.She sat by herself at the bar and pulled out her phone. I watched her scan and scroll for a few moments, then she frowned, apparently annoyed at something. “Fuck…” I heard her whisper under her breath.. I wondered what it feltlike... (Wait... What??) I realized I was staring, transfixed. Theawkward silence became too much for me so I did what I usually do. Iopened my big mouth."Hey girl....." I called back. "You OK?" Yeah..." She smiled back. "I'm OK. You don't suppose you could tradeplaces with me could you?" Sorry...." I said. "Maybe next time. Only one of us should look like apoodle at a time." That comment got angry look from the stylist. Iturned and went back to my chair, but. ”I watched her face on the tape, at first she had been startled, and was about to flee, but she thenheard my voice, which seemed to calm her a little.”I have found your brooch, and it is safe with me, I would like to meet with you,” I heard myselfsaying.She listened intently and then spotting the camcorder, she floated over to it.”I can only meet you in my dreams, for it is forbidden by my kind to make contact with thedream receiver,” she said, in a soft voice.I looked at her face, she was.