" The contradiction made the lie obvious, but he tried to sell it anyway. "Off the couch. When I woke up." She stood across the desk from him now, and... leaned across to touch his cheek; he winced. "He just startled me." He assumed she knew about Randy's ability to Dream. In retrospect, it was obvious -- it was why she'd approached him in the first place."He startled you?" Yeah. I asked for it -- I yanked a thread pretty hard." She seemed to understand what he meant. "At first I thought I woke. ” He had already grown fond of her enough to reveal such a personal thing. “Oh? You’re not one of those gamblers anonymous patrons, are you?” She snickered and he snickered back. “No! I just got a bit carried away and put a couple of grand down on Black 22. Turns out it was Red 17. Typical,” he said as he downed the last of his whisky. “Well it looks like I’ll have to find a way to keep you from throwing those dice again,” she said seductively. He noticed her rubbing her foot against his. She noticed me looking at her boobs. I saw her and was afraid what she’ll do now. She gave me naughty smile that shocked me and I was not in position to even react to her and suddenly her behaviour changed a bit. She was now moving her hand on her top and on boobs. She started teasing me with covering her boobs and uncovering again. I was shocked to see that and wondering she was doing knowingly or unknowingly. Did she even see me looking at her boobs? Many questions running through my mind. I never dreamed... You know what I mean?" Iheard a whiny girlishness in my voice that had never been therebefore."I know exactly what you mean, honey buns. You are so pretty, and sonaturally girlish... You do not belong in pants ever again, unless ofcourse, they are silk lounging pyjamas, like the elegant ladies wear,or perhaps some very tight fitting Chic jeans, or perhaps 501's forgirls, you know the ones with the pretty embroidery on the backpockets and those cute little zippers at the.