She wakes

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She wakes from the animated, sexy dream about him again.

He's one of two men she's ever dreamt about like that. The dreams come so easily, so unexpectedly. They set her mind to wondering "what if" thoughts. She doesn't want to think "what if" thoughts about him; especially not him. Telling herself she won't be like all the other women in his life...not the ones who raped his trust, and not the foolish ones who chase him.


She loves him. He loves her. They are friends. Just friends. Friends who have an inappropriate amount of sexual tension between them.


He was so animated and funny and uninhibited, which made him nearly irresistible.
He danced naked in front of her. Not a serious, seductive male stripper kind of dance. He danced a playful, teasing dance, wagging his naked penis at her, enticing her to do fun things to it.


She laughed. She fought to resist. She felt pulled towards his dancing naked penis as if it were the negatively charged end of one magnet and she a positively charged end of another. She wanted to resist. The attraction was too strong. As gravity pulled her in his direction already she anticipated the feel of it.


She wakes.


She lies on the narrow sofa starring up at the ceiling wondering if she should tell him. She fantasizes texting him that she will trade him a back rub for a story; secretly hoping that he'll agree and touching her will inspire him to seduce her.


She decides that is never going to happen and the story is not that great anyway...hardly a fair trade.


After much too much daydreaming about "what ifs" she decides to set aside silly notions and text him the truth.


Her: I had a sexy, funny dream about you and your naked penis.

Him: Was I doing anything fun with it

Her: Yes

Him: What

Her: Enticing me to do fun things to it

Him: You must not have gone to midnight mass

Her: What relevancy does my attending midnight mass have to do with my dream

Him: Because if you had jesus would be occupying your mind and heart

Her: What makes you so sure he wasn't


She is surprised by the poignancy of her own response in spite of her intention to be flippant.

She doesn't wait for his response. She goes into the rec center to work out. Thoughts swim around in her head as she goes through her routine of squats, crunches and so forth.


What does Jesus have to do with her dream? Why would he bring that up? Is there some divine design interacting here? Could the conversation they'd had the night before about Jesus and his teachings of peace, love, and hope have any bearing on her having such a dream about this man doing such silly, enticing things with his naked penis? Surely not.

Getting into the car she grabs her purse from under the back seat and pulls out her phone to read his response. Which she anticipates will be terribly clever, possibly witty, and utterly deflating to her ego.


Him: I don't have a comeback for that



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