March 1, 2003

  • This morning I dreamed I was lying in a dentist's chair with the glaring examining light in my face.   Brett's Dad walked in wearing a long black leather coat with nothing under it, like a bathrobe. 


    "I am The Syndicate," he said, taking my legs and wrapping them around his warm hips.  As he proceeded to make love to me, the chair slowly revolved, sinking lower and lower, as if we were falling from the sun.   I was responding rapidly and didn't want it to end......no......


    I awoke to Arlie standing over me, her bright blue eyes sparkling with glee.  "Better get up for brunch, people," she said.  "We're going to Spago." 


    What did I do, jerk or something?  If only she knew; I had more to be embarrassed about than the drool on Brett's bare chest.  Mr. Olson, really!  Brett was never that good.   Too inhibited.