I am searching for my girlfriend. Someone suggests that I look in the supply closet. I open it and my friend emerges without a shirt and his jeans unbuttoned. I ask him if he has seen her. ‘No’, he says, but she emerges from the dark closet wearing nothing but a thin, skin-tight muscle T-shirt. They are both drenched in sweat and out of breath. "I’m all wet": she says. "I’ll bet you are" I say. "Feel my back" she says. I put my arm around her and look into her eyes.
Rowdy’s Dream Blog #193: Someone Suggests That I Look In The Supply Closet.
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