Our old names were Andy andJack. I am Jack. The person who changed us had an offbeat sense ofhumor. She must have liked that song. How we came to be t...his way andhow I met Beth Katphur is like this.The factory were Andy and I worked was shutting down for a three weeksummer maintenance cycle. I was not needed so I decided to plan a trip.Andy said, "Hey Jack. There are cruise ships in the Caribbean. A twoweek cruise is great vacation and we can meet some hot chicks who mightbe just a fling or life. I showeredand shaved in all the right places, just as she taught me though (usereally hot water and fresh Mach 3). In bed half asleep, she walks in(she also has a key to my room). Apparently studying for too long madeher soaking wet because she was thinking about bed the whole time. Itold her I wasn't in the mood, but she started for drawer of our toys,most notably the double-ended one. She greased up one end and sigheddeep relief as it sunk in to her pussy. But this dildo was bigger ingirth. I think the fact that she reminded me of myself made me lust after her even more.Living just two doors from us, we became good friends over the years and I just recently began dropping hints about fooling around together. She would always either make some joke or change the subject to avoid going any farther. That all switched one evening when I was over at her house after enjoying some drinks at our neighborhood bar’s Happy Hour.The vodka lemonades must have loosened Dixie up, as she was more. Looking back, this should have been my first clue that something was not right. Normally if I use a door in a dream, it's as a transition point; usually it's the door to my bedroom. This was a different door, standing in the middle of my room. Still I didn't give it much thought. I opened the door expecting to find myself in the picnic glade. Instead I found myself on an empty sidewalk. I recognized the street from our shopping trip, but I doubt that Rodeo Drive was ever quite this empty. There.