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    The following is a work of fiction (actually, "FANTASY").
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    This is a story that describes some sexually explicit
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sexually transmitted diseases, so don't try this at home.

[Author's note: The first two parts to this story were
written as a setup for the rest of the story.  As such, they
are trying to convey a rather unique experience and don't
convey much (or even any!) sexual debauchery.  But you really
should read them if you wish to enjoy or understand the rest
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Title: Dream State

Author: JiMC

Version: $Revision: 1.10 $ $Date: 2004/07/31 03:07:16 $

Chapter 13--"Are You Happy? Are You Satisfied? How Long Can
You Stand The Heat?"

    I woke up, expecting to find Debbie in bed with me.
Instead, I found a sleeping Aimee next to me.

    I stirred, and as expected, Aimee woke up, being a very
light sleeper.

    "Good morning, Master," Aimee said, smiling.

    "Good morning, Aimee.  Where's Debbie?"

    "She got up early in the morning," Aimee explained.  "I
think she's out for a jog with Mary."

    Debbie get up early in the morning?  Stranger things have
happened.

    I had a morning erection and I realized that Aimee was
quite aware of it, if her eyes were any indication.  I leaned
over and kissed the pretty Polynesian girl and then hopped
out of bed to relieve my pent-up hydraulic pressure.

    When I returned, Aimee had turned so that she was facing
me.  She was wearing a long white flannel robe, and her
breasts made two tiny indentations in the fabric.

    I moved toward the bed, and sat down in front of Aimee.
I playfully moved my left hand toward her left breast.  I
stroked her lightly through the soft fabric, and I could feel
her nipple stiffen in response.

    "So, what's the plan for today?" I asked Aimee.

    Aimee's answer was a murmur and I saw that her eyes had
closed.  I had learned from my encounters with Aimee that she
loved having her body touched.  She would close her eyes so
that each new sensation would be a surprise to her.  I
brought my right hand toward her legs, and ran a long line
from the middle of her right thigh slowly up to her belly
button.  This resulted in a giggle from Aimee.

    "That feels wonderful, Master.  I would love to do this
all day!" Aimee finally answered.

    I poked and prodded at her, causing her to squirm on the
bed, giggling helplessly as I tickled her.

    She moved her left hand slowly, not to prevent my hands
from tickling her, but towards my body.  She reached and
found my knee, and moved her hand up my leg, searching for my
boxers.

    I knew Aimee's intentions, and I thought for a moment.  I
playfully pushed her hand away, and she slowly moved it back.
I started to tickle her in earnest and Aimee was forced to
move her hand back to her own body to try to stop my
attacking hands.

    This was something new; I had known that Aimee loved
being touched in her erogenous areas.  This was the first
time that I saw her reaction to being tickled.

    She really seemed to enjoy being tickled; her hands were
only giving me a token resistance, mostly from reflexive
movements.

    Aimee's face lit up as she was laughing, and her eyes
opened and I saw them sparkle.  "Master..." she said, trying
to get her breath.  "Please... Master!" Her words were
punctuated by giggles and laughs.

    "Hmm?  Something wrong?" I asked innocently, continuing
my onslaught.

    Aimee's breaths became spastic.  It was very soon
apparent to me where she was particularly sensitive.  "T...
Tickling..." This was followed by a series of shrieks.  It
was a good thing that Mary and Debbie were not in the room,
or they would have thought I was killing the poor girl.
"Oh... my!"

    I moved my face to hers, and she tried to push her face
to either side, trying to get away from me.  I followed her
movements, and finally I was able to kiss her.  As I did so,
I eased up on my tickling.  My hands were still brushing over
her body through her nightgown, but her laughter was finally
starting to decrease.

    Our kiss turned passionate.  Aimee seemed to put every
ounce of her being into the kiss.  After a long moment, I
felt her body shudder.

    I was amused.  Did Aimee just have an orgasm?  I
continued to kiss her, letting her set the pace.

    Aimee adjusted her position so she could accommodate my
weight better.  I had stopped actively tickling her, and was
now once again just lightly rubbing my hands against her
clothed breasts.

    After a few moments, Aimee broke off the kiss.  She
smiled at me.

    "You like?" I asked her, smirking at her.

    Aimee sighed.  "Tickling," she answered with a swoon,
smiling with a faraway look in her eyes.

    Aimee came back to earth, I think.  "It was... erotic..."
she said, her eyes once again misting in a swoon.

    Suddenly, I had a rather vivid image in my mind.  Aimee,
bound to a bed with silk scarves.  Me, with a peacock feather
in my hand...

    This was weird!  This was never one of my fantasies!  On
top of that, a peacock feather was about as alien to my mind
as a moon rock.

    It occurred to me that the fantasy may have been one of
Aimee's.  We had shared our thoughts... how much of our
thoughts are now embedded in the others' mind?

    "Would you like me to tickle you some more?" I asked her.

    Aimee lowered her eyes.  "If you want, Master."

    "No!" I said, adamantly.  "Only if *you* want, Aimee."

    I saw a number of changes in Aimee's face.  She was
silent for a few moments.  After a while, she looked up at
me, and lowered her eyes immediately, as if in supplication.
"Yes, Master.  I want."

    "Well, how about some breakfast, first?" I said with an
evil grin.

    I moved off the bed, and offered my hand to Aimee.

    She looked up at my proffered hand, a little confused.
Then she raised her own toward mine.

    I pulled her out of bed.  "I'm so hungry, I could eat a
horse!" I said.

    Aimee rose out of the bed and in a fluid motion that
reminded me of Ginger Rogers, swept into my arms, just
begging for a kiss.  Of course, I can never refuse Aimee
anything, especially when she begs.

* * *

    Aimee led me into the kitchen, and looked around.  She
asked me if I liked yogurt and I gave her an unenthusiastic
affirmative response.  Aimee grinned at me and told me to let
her prepare breakfast.

    I watched my beautiful Hawaiian darling go from cabinet
to cabinet, pulling out bowls and some food.  She kept her
back to me as she assembled her concoction.

    After about five minutes, she had a bunch of soup bowls
filled.  At first, I thought I was looking at two banana
splits.  Then I realized that the "vanilla ice cream" I was
looking at was really yogurt.  There was some chocolate sauce
and some nuts, and some crunchy stuff on top.  I know she had
a box of brown sugar out as well.

    "This is breakfast?" I asked Aimee, dubiously.

    "Yup, and it's good for you, too!" Aimee said.

    I watched her dig her spoon into the concoction, and she
ate it.  Her eyes closed as she ate, and when they reopened,
she was smiling at me.

    I figured I was game for this.  I took a spoonful of
banana, yogurt, nuts, and some other stuff.  When I ate it, I
was surprised.  "This is wonderful!" I bubbled.

    "My mother used to make things like this for me and my
cousins on special occasions.  It seems like dessert, except
that most of the ingredients are good for you!"

    "Is this crunchy stuff oatmeal?" I asked.

    Aimee smiled.  "Granola, actually," she answered.  "The
sprinkles on top are wheat germ and brown sugar."

    I remembered hippies extolling the virtues of wheat germ
in my previous life, and wondered, by Aimee's such casual
reference to the stuff, if wheat germ had become more
mainstream since.  I pushed that thought aside, though.  My
"Rip Van Winkle" thoughts tended to depress me.

    Once we were finished, I insisted that I clean up, and
only allowed Aimee to put a couple of items away.

    Instead of returning to the bedroom for another
tickle-fest, Aimee and I ended up laying on one of the sofas
in the living room.  We were relaxing watching some Bugs
Bunny cartoons on the entertainment center when Mary and
Debbie got back in.  Aimee told them that their breakfasts
were in the refrigerator, and they left for the kitchen.

    I had enjoyed watching the Bugs Bunny cartoons when I was
a kid.  Seeing him on television now brought a connection
back to my life before the coma: Bugs Bunny and his friends
haven't changed at all!  Bugs always seemed to be in charge,
no matter what happened.  In any situation, he would know
exactly what to do.  I idly wondered what he'd do in my
particular situation.  Of course, I realized that Bugs was
just a cartoon, but I really wished that I had the utter
confidence that Bugs always displayed; the ability to make
wisecracks when it looked like Elmer was about to pull the
trigger on the rabbit.

    I didn't feel very confident nor did I feel in charge as
I sat there watching those silly (but enjoyable!) cartoons.
My life could possibly be in danger, and the only thing I
have been doing recently is mulling over my problems, or
getting my rocks off with one or more of the girls, and now
here I was just watching cartoons!

    Aimee seemed to notice my impatience.  "What's the
matter, Jim?" she asked.

    "I feel like we should be DOING something.  Waiting for
an investigator to report seems to be wasting time!"

    Aimee got up and sat next to me on the sofa where I was
sitting.  "Jim, we need more information before we can
actually do anything."

    "I know.  It's just that... I don't know, Aimee.  We
should be making plans." I lowered my head onto her shoulders.

    Aimee responded by patting me on the head.  "Patience,
Jim.  Making plans without intelligence never works.  You
know that.  Believe me, you are destined to triumph.  You are
a good man."

    Somehow, Aimee managed to project her calming feelings
onto me.  I could feel her confidence strengthen me.  How did
this girl do this?

    "Thank you," I whispered.  "I really love you, Aimee."

    "I will love you forever, Master," she whispered back.

    From the kitchen, Debbie and Mary were making
enthusiastic comments on the yogurt sundaes Aimee had left in
the refrigerator for them.

    I was thinking about how great my life was when I found
that I fell back asleep.

* * *

    When I woke up, none of the girls were in sight.  I could
hear some typing being done in another room (Aimee?).  The
volume was turned down on the television, which was now
showing a few scantily clad women doing exercises.  I watched
the show a bit, wondering if the point of the show was to
help housewives watching keep themselves fit, or for guys to
ogle the women on the screen.  I decided, after watching what
they ridiculously called "aerobics," that it was probably
mostly the latter.

    A few minutes after I awoke, Aimee came back into the
living room.

    "You seem to sleep quite a lot," Aimee said.  Aimee was
always making comments like that.

    I didn't know what to say to that, so I just shrugged my
response.

    Aimee studied me a bit and said, "It seems when you use
your mind powers, Jim, your body needs to rest a lot
afterward.  That never seems to happen with me."

    Again, I had no answer for her and shrugged again.

    "I got a preliminary report from Mr. Voder," Aimee said.

    "Voder?" I asked.  I had never heard that name before.

    "The investigator I enlisted," Aimee explained.  "He's
done work for us before.  He's a very good and discreet
person with military experience.  He sent in a report this
morning."

    "That's good news!  What does he say?" I asked.

    Aimee sighed.  "He says that whoever is checking up on us
pretty systematic and thorough.  That it's through the
government, but not through any official agency like the
F.B.I."

    "Military?"

    Aimee nodded.  "Most probably.  Seems to be based in
Washington."

    To me, that meant the Pentagon.  I wondered how good Mr.
Voder's abilities would be to penetrate that fortress.  I
simply nodded to Aimee, digesting that information.

    "He says that he should have more information by Friday."

    I raised my eyes at this.  If he could get information
out of the Pentagon, then this P.I.'s resources must be
pretty impressive.

    "How much is this Mr. Voder costing us?" I asked,
forgetting that it was actually Debbie's money that was being
spent.

    "His usual fee, plus a bonus.  About a thousand a day,
not including expenses."

    I don't know why I asked; I didn't know what the going
rates were for investigators nowadays, let alone people that
seemed to be in the league as this Mr. Voder.  I found myself
getting embarrassed at having asked.

    I decided to change the subject.  "Where are Mary and
Debbie?"

    "Debbie is showing Mary the grounds.  I believe they are
at the stable."

    "Stable?  You have horses here?"

    "Yes.  Mary told us that she learned to ride as a child,"
Aimee said.

    Hmmm.  The things one learns.  I once had a friend whose
parents had a few horses, and he had taught me to ride,
although that was quite a few years ago.  I didn't know how
to take care of horses, though.  I was definitely no expert
horseback rider.

    "What do you think I should do?" I asked Aimee.

    Aimee sighed a bit.  "Master, you should ease your mind."

    "Hmmm?" I asked.  Aimee could be so cryptic sometimes.

    "I've only known you a few weeks, Master, so forgive me
for being too forward," Aimee said.

    "Please, Aimee.  I cannot be angry at you.  Please tell
me what's on your mind."

    "Well, I have shared your mind on a few occasions.  I
think you realize that when we do this, it is a mutual
effect.  You share my thoughts as I share your thoughts at
the same time."

    Aimee looked at me to confirm this.  I simply nodded.  I
had gotten that feeling already; Aimee wasn't telling me
anything that I didn't already suspect.

    "Well, Master, when I first met you, I sensed a
'goodness' in you.  I've told you that many times: you are a
good person, and I've known that almost since I first met
you, but you worry that your behavior isn't entirely nice.
It wasn't until I knew you later that a deep sense of ethics
is what really drives you.  Having Mary, and then Debbie,
under your control, worries you."

    I nodded at this.

    "I sensed a change in your worries when you accepted me
into this... family.  You were happy.  I gave myself to you
willingly, and we both shared our minds... together."

    "Yes, Aimee..." I said, agreeing with her.

    "Jim, please.  Let me finish."

    This was the forceful Aimee that I had met on a few
occasions.  I allowed her to continue.

    Aimee saw me signal her to continued.  "As I've pointed
out, our sharing was mutual.  You have seen what is in my
head... what is in my heart.  I have seen the same in you."

    Aimee paused.  I waited.  I knew she had something
important to say.

    "You wonder about the source of your emotions, Jim.
Don't you?"

    Aimee had hit the nail on the head.  "Yes, dearest.
Things seem to have happened quite fast..."

    Aimee smiled at me.  "What you have experienced isn't
like what normally happens between people.  There is a
connection that is deeper than simple infatuation."

    Infatuation?  I could honestly say that "infatuation"
wasn't something that had worried me, actually.

    Aimee continued, "Like a mother and her child.  Even a
father and his child.  They share something more than just
what they see in each other.  The child is a part of both the
mother and the father--it was the act of love between the two
that produced the child.  The bond, therefore, is at a very
deep level."

    I could think of more than one instance where there was
very little love between a parent and child, but I allowed
Aimee to continue.

    "Just like a child is a part of its parents, so are Mary
and Debbie a part of you.  You have spent time in their
minds, and they have spent time in yours.  You have shared
your dreams with Mary!  This isn't the infatuation that one
gets when one sees somebody on a dance floor."

    I looked at Aimee.  She was making sense.  "So, I love
them because we've shared more than just verbal niceties?"

    "Exactly," answered Aimee.

    "What about you and me?"

    "I needed you.  When I first met you, I knew that
somehow, you could fulfill a need that I had.  I also knew
that I could fulfill a need that you had.  You sensed it, but
were scared by it."

    I don't know if I was scared, but we did seem to fit
nicely together.  I just nodded.

    "Just like you and Mary fit; like you and Debbie fit;
like Mary and Debbie fit.  We all fit."

    I shook my head.  "No. There's a flaw there.  You and
Debbie were together long before either of you met me."

    Aimee smiled.  "We were together, but never really
*together* until we met you."

    I was confused, but let Aimee talk.

    "Anyway, we're all a part of something bigger."

    "How many more will we need in this screwy marriage,
Aimee?"

    Aimee smiled.  "That's another of your worries, Master.
You felt complete when it was you and Mary.  Then Debbie came
in, and then me.  You are wondering where it will stop,
right?"

    YES!  I simply nodded to Aimee.

    "Do you feel like somebody else needs to be in this
relationship, Master?" Aimee asked.

    "Um... no!"

    "Well, our family seems stable right now.  Do you agree?"
she asked.

    "Stable?  Yes.  Normal?  No."

    Aimee laughed slightly at my answer.  "Nothing about our
relationship is normal, Master, but it should be safe to say
that unless we feel that something needs to be changed about
our relationship, it shouldn't change, and it probably will
not change."

    What she said sounded right.  I had no way to verify
this, though.  There were Just Aimee's feelings.  It just
happened that Aimee's feelings seemed to be right on the
money all of the time.

    I thought about it more.  I still don't know the reason
that Debbie was added into this relationship.  It seemed more
of an accident than something that either of us needed.

    I ended up shaking my head.  "No, Aimee.  That doesn't
explain everything."

    "It's Debbie," Aimee said.  "Right?"

    "Yeah..." I said, slowly.

    "Debbie needed a focus for her life.  You provided it."

    "No. If what you said is true, then Debbie is the
exception that disproves what you said.  Mary and I fill some
need within each of us.  You and I fulfill needs within each
of us as well.  So where is the reciprocity with Debbie?"

    Aimee stared at me.  "Master, I must beg you to believe
me.  Debbie really needed the two of you.  Even if you don't
know how, you need Debbie."

    "Need?  Like, I need her money?" I asked, almost sorry as
soon as I mentioned it.

    Aimee continued to bore into my eyes.  "Nothing as
ephemeral as that, Master.  You may not have discovered it
yet, but I know that Debbie fills a need within you."

    "That's circular reasoning, Aimee," I said.  "You say
that our relationship is special because we all 'fit'
together.  When I say that I don't see a special fit between
Debbie and me, you imply it has to be there because our
relationship is special."

    Aimee's look softened.  "Think with your heart, Master,"
she said, softly.  "Think with your heart."

    Well, our conversation made some sort of sense, even if I
didn't completely agree with Aimee's conclusions.  It didn't
serve the purpose of "putting my mind to ease," as Aimee had
suggested, though.

* * *

    Since I didn't think I would still be able to ride a
horse, Aimee got a couple of dirt bikes out of the garage and
we got into them.  I followed Aimee as she led me through
some paths on the property, past the stable, and down to a
large pond.  She parked off the trail, and I pulled next to
her and stopped my engine as well.

    "I believe that Debbie and Mary took this trail, and
they'll take another trail back, so we don't need to worry
that our bikes will spook the horses," Aimee said.

    That hadn't occurred to me.

    Aimee pointed out the pond to me.  "Debbie owns all the
property around this pond, and off to the north to the hills
in the distance."

    "That's a lot of property," I said.

    Aimee just nodded, and pointed in the direction opposite
the hills.  "There's the working farm over there.  Want to
pay them a visit?"

    I didn't know if we'd be intruding.  "If you think it's
all right," I answered.

    Aimee smiled, and started up her engine again.  Soon, the
two of us were taking another trail that went alongside the
pond, and then veered off in the direction of the farmhouse.

    As Aimee and I passed by some fields, I saw a man and a
woman waving at us.  Aimee waved back, and I did so as well.

    Aimee continued toward the farmhouse, and pulled into the
driveway.

    I didn't know what to expect when I got to the working
ranch.  In retrospect, the image that conjured up when I
thought of the term "Mormon Fundamentalist" was similar to
Pennsylvania Dutch--horse drawn carriages and no electricity,
as an example.  I guess I was a bit prone to thinking in
stereotypes.

    In reality, the place was exactly as one would expect in
a modern farm.  There was a pick-up truck in the driveway
that looked like it had a few decades of history on it.  So
much for the horse-drawn buggy!

    As we approached the front door, a woman met us there,
smiling at us.

    Aimee led me toward the woman.  "Hi, Andrea.  This is
Jim, who is one of the people that will be staying with
Debbie and me at the cabin."

    "Hello, neighbor," Andrea said, smiling at me.

    I reached out my hand to shake hers.  "Hello, Andrea."

    "Angus is working the field out back, with Eliza and
Becky," Andrea said.

    "Oh, Jim and I were just exploring the ranch.  We just
wanted to say 'hi' and didn't want to interrupt Angus," Aimee
said.

    "Oh, I doubt he'd be upset to see you," Andrea replied.
"So, this is just a neighborly visit, then?" she asked, a
smile forming on her face.

    "Exactly," Aimee and I said together.  We looked at each
other, grinning.

    "I don't get many visitors," Andrea said, dimples now
adorning her cheeks.  She opened the door all the way.  "Why
don't you both come in?"

    I got my first look at Andrea.  She was in her twenties,
and very pretty looking.  She had auburn colored hair and
brown eyes.  She was taller than Aimee, but shorter than
either Debbie or Mary.  Her face was round and a bit plump;
as I mentioned before, her cheeks dimpled when she smiled.

    I could also tell that she was pregnant.

    Andrea followed my glance, and her cheeks dimpled again.
"I'm due in four months," she told me.

    Aimee and I walked into the house and I once again
offered Andrea my hand.

    When she took my hand, something jarred me... something
totally unexpected flashed into my brain.  "Wow!" I
exclaimed, unable to keep from blurting out.

    "Oh, you flatterer!  Besides, I'm married," Andrea said,
misinterpreting my exclamation.

    "No... something just flashed..." I decided to stop.

    Aimee looked at me, a bit worried.  "Are you all right?"
she asked.

    "Sorry, I didn't mean to worry you," I said.

    "Well... I just thought you were admiring my pregnant
form," Andrea said, her eyes sparkling.

    "You are indeed lovely," I said.  I decided to change the
subject, but my eyes kept returning to her waist.  Something
in my mind needed to tell her something.

    "Thank you..." she said.

    Suddenly, I knew exactly what my mind was telling me.
Before I could think, I blurted out, "Andrea, do you have any
brothers or sisters?"

    Andrea looked at me strangely.  After a bit of a pause,
she finally answered, "I have an older sister and two younger
brothers." Andrea was now frowning a bit for some reason.

    Aimee looked at me, not interrupting.

    I decided to go for broke.  "Your brothers.  Are they
twins?"

    "Why yes.  Twins!" Andrea said.  She looked from me back
to Aimee and back to me.  "Do you know my family?" Andrea
asked, still frowning.

    "No... when are you due, may I ask?"

    "I think four months, if I timed my schedule correctly,"
she replied, her frown deepening.

    "What is it, Jim?" Aimee asked.

    I ignored Aimee.  "Have you seen a doctor... an
obstetrician, perhaps?"

    "Not since I tested pregnant.  The pregnancy is going
fine.  Why, are you a doctor?  Do you suspect something is
wrong?" Andrea's face registered alarm.

    "I'm not a doctor... but sometimes I get these
insights... like Aimee..." I looked over at Aimee, who was
now staring at me.  I didn't want to get too far into my mind
revelations.

    Andrea nodded.  I had hoped she knew about Aimee's
insights.

    Aimee said, softly, in hopes of calming Andrea, "Jim, do
you think that she is carrying twins?"

    Twin boys, actually.  I didn't say this.  I simply
nodded.  "It's just a possibility--a hunch.  If so, I think
that sometimes multiple births are more difficult than single
births.  Did you doctor know that your family had twins?"

    "You don't think there's anything wrong, then?" she
asked, still sounding a little worried.

    "Nothing is wrong," I said confidently.  "I just thought
it might be a good idea for your doctor to know if there is a
possibility of twins."

    Andrea looked at me strangely, and didn't say anything
for a couple of minutes.  She looked over at Aimee, who was
simply nodding at her.

    "My, you are a strange person, Jim.  I think my doctor
has an ultrasound machine, though.  If you think it's
necessary."

    I wondered how modern medicine fit in with Mormon
Fundamentalism, and then realized I was thinking religious
stereotypes again.

    Andrea continued to think and then said, "Do you think I
need to visit the doctor today, or could I wait a few days?"

    "I don't see any reason to rush, Andrea.  It was just a
suggestion."

    Andrea once again looked from me to Aimee, and appeared
to calm down.  I felt like a heel to frighten a pregnant
woman.

    Andrea invited us into the living room, and brought us
some iced tea from the kitchen.  It was a little sweet for my
taste, but it was still drinkable.

    Andrea was excited about her pregnancy, and seemed a bit
happy that she might be carrying twins.  She showed us the
cradle that Angus had created himself, which was in the
master bedroom.  I was taken by the lovely quilts in the
bedroom, and Andrea beamed, as she had made them herself.

    Eventually, Aimee and I got a tour of the entire
farmhouse.  It was a very rustic place.  Andrea pointed out
where they had enlarged the building, adding some more lovely
rooms.

    We spent almost an hour at the farmhouse, and we
eventually made our leave.  Andrea invited us back at any
time; she spent most of her time inside the house during her
pregnancy.  She also promised that she'd visit the doctor
within the week.

    As we left the farm house, Aimee smiled at me.  "That was
very nice, telling her about her twins."

    "I'm sorry," I said to Aimee.  "I just blurted it out,
but the impression was so strong..."

    "Don't be sorry," Aimee interrupted.  "You can see how
excited she is.  She's the youngest wife, and apparently the
first one to get pregnant.  Having twins will really fill
their desires for a large family."

    "I know... but I think that I frightened her.  Nobody
should ever do that to a pregnant woman!"

    Aimee actually broke out in laughter.  "Jim!  You must
NEVER have heard mothers' tales to girls during their first
pregnancies!  They make Brian De Palma and John Carpenter's
movies look like Sesame Street!"

    My Rip Van Winkle wasn't familiar with those names,
except for Sesame Street.  From the context, I figured they
were directors associated with horror movies.  I just
shrugged.

    We donned our helmets and took our off-road bikes and
headed back to the cabin.

* * *

    Debbie and Mary were still out, presumably horseback
riding, when Aimee and I got back to the cabin.

    Aimee went directly to the living room onto one of the
computers, and typed a bit.  After a couple of minutes, she
frowned at the computer.

    "Bad news?" I asked.

    Aimee shook her head.  "No news.  I was hoping for more
information." Aimee thought a bit and then added, "Well, even
Mr. Voder has his limitations."

    I wondered how long it would be before whoever it was
that was looking for us would decide to check this place.  I
then pushed the thought out of my mind; there was nothing
that I could really do about that right now.

    "So, what do we do now?" I asked.

    "Wait, I guess," Aimee answered.

    I slowly moved closer to where Aimee was sitting.  I
looked over her shoulder towards the computer screen.  "What
is that?" I asked, pointing to the screen.

    Aimee turned towards the screen, looking to see what I
had pointed at.

    I grinned wickedly as she turned away from me, and
lowered my pointing fingers, moving my finger under her arm
onto her right side.  Without warning, I started to tickle
her.  "Stop that...!" Aimee said, and then started laughing.

    "You said you wanted me to tickle you," I said, adding my
left hand to her other side.

    Aimee didn't answer, but squirmed, trying to get away
from my attacking hands.  After twenty seconds of this, I
said, "Well, I guess I have an idea what we should do now.
Let's adjourn to the bedroom."

    Aimee looked up with me.  There was a hungry look in her
eyes that I hadn't seen since this morning.  I smiled at her,
and offered her my hand.  She took it, and I led her off her
chair and into the bedroom.

    It didn't take me long to have Aimee promising to do just
about anything to get me to stop tickling her.  From her
protests, you would think that she didn't enjoy it in the
least, but she communicated to me in many unspoken ways that
this really excited her.  Once again, I was thinking about
peacock feathers...

    I soon quieted her protests by placing my lips on hers.
At about the same time, I slowed down the ferocity of my
tickles, instead changing my touches to caresses... against
her sides... against her body.

    As an author, I believe that I am now supposed to tell
you here that I, the glorious Don Juan who has three
beautiful females in his harem, ravaged the poor girl, making
her promise to write bad checks, etc. Unfortunately, the
bloody truth is that I fell fast asleep on top of her.

    More than just sleeping, however, I also had a dream.

* * *

    I saw a gentleman sitting at a desk.  There were
fluorescent lights overhead, and the place had a feeling like
I was back at the hospital.

    My "presence" was behind the gentleman, hovering over a
credenza.  I knew that I wouldn't be visible in this room,
and I silently moved my position to the front of the desk to
get a better view of the man.

    A name plate was on the desk that read "Col.  Frank
DiPietro" I glanced around at the office.  It was rather
spartan: no pictures or anything adorned the walls.  There
was an air vent that didn't seem to be making any noise.
Aside from a sheaf of papers on the desk that the man was
reading, there wasn't even any pictures or anything else in
the room that made it look like anybody actually worked there.

    The gentleman was wearing a white shirt, and had an I.D.
badge on his pocket that had his picture (must have been a
few years old) that had DiPietro on it, along with some
acronyms that the military was famous for, and a whole bunch
of thick and thin lines underneath.

    I knew that this was another "out of body" experience for
me, but this was unusual... in the past, the only places that
I could visit were places that I had been.  I was almost
certain that I had never been in this office before.

    I looked at the face of the man, wondering if he
possessed the face that had haunted me in previous dreams,
but I had absolutely no feeling of having seen that person
before.

    What did this mean?  I had never been in this office
before... and I had never seen this man before.  Who was this
Colonel DiPietro?

    "Jim," I heard a voice say, nearly startling me out of my
wits.  I quickly calmed down as I recognized that "voice." It
was Aimee's presence; she seemed to have joined me in this
out of body trip.

    "Aimee?  I didn't expect you here!" I said.

    Aimee's mental voice answered.  "You passed out on the
bed, and the next thing that I know, I'm moving about in this
room with you.  Who is this man?"

    I looked around, and somehow detected Aimee's presence.
I was eerily reminded of the time when our minds came
together back in Debbie's "shack" in Hawaii.  "I don't know.
Maybe I'm just dreaming him up."

    "You've never met this man?" Aimee asked.

    "No, but he's DoDIA.  Intelligence," I said.  I felt
weird talking about this person as if he weren't here; in
fact, it was Aimee and I that really weren't there.

    "Why are we here, then?" Aimee's voice asked.

    Damned if I knew.  I looked around the office again.
There was no clues to be found anywhere.  What was I doing
there?

    I turned back to where Aimee's presence was, but it was
no longer there.  I looked around the room, frantically, but
her presence had vanished.

    I was about to leave as well, when it occurred to me that
I should glance at the papers that the man was reading.  It
was a memo, and it was dated the day before.  Three words on
the page stood out for me: "Capt.  James Montgomery." He was
reading about me!

* * *

    I woke up, and found Aimee underneath me, already awake.

    "Jim... you were dreaming," Aimee said, matter-of-factly.

    "Yes," I agreed.

    "I was there with you for a little bit, and then I was
back here in bed," she said.

    Aimee was shivering a bit.  I hugged her.

    "Tell your Mr. Voder that he might be interested in a
Colonel DiPietro.  I think he's one of the people following
us."

    Aimee didn't ask how I knew.  She just nodded.

    We kissed and I rolled off her.  I watched her get up,
her clothes disheveled, and walk straight to her computer
terminal.
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