The dreams sped past me one by one, my hunger instinctively knowing they weren't what I needed.I didn't understand what was happening, but I decided t...o trust my instincts.And then I found it. One dream pulsed red, beckoning me with a siren's song. I drifted nearer until it encompassed my entire vision. With my disembodied senses, I reached out and touched the dream.Power surged, beating hot through me. This dream belonged to Rexanne Tyler. I didn't understand how I knew this, I just did. I. He walked up briskly and stepped in between the two sleazy guys and Stephanie. Then John said in a commanding voice, “I believe the lady wants you to leave her alone.”The two guys obviously did not like John stepping in. They were sizing John up as Stephanie instinctively stepped in behind John for protection. John was taller than the both of them and though not at all overweight like his ‘Fat Davy’ days, he now sported an athletic physique with a thick muscular neck and broad shoulders. The. "Will you come to my room," I asked. "Maybe in an hour so we can call home and all?"I called Eric and told him how much I missed him, hoping that my voice didn't reveal what was going on. I summarized our meetings and followed with, "We went out to a tapas place for dinner. It was pretty good."Then I showered and got into my nightie. It was nothing special but it was silky and my nipples showed through the thin fabric. I checked the mirror across the room, and you could tell I wasn't wearing. That was the firstreal memory of my childhood and it would define myself from then on.There weren't any boys my age in my neighborhood growing up, mostlyolder people. The only kids my age were two sisters who lived up theroad from me, and I ended up becoming friends with them. We wouldmostly play on their swing set they had in their yard, but on rainy dayswe would play games in their house. One of those rainy days we decidedto play house, and it usually was me being the dad and the oldest.