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Subject: {ASSM} I'll See You In My Dreams (PART 2 of 3) (1st Mg mg mf bg het cons ESP ScFi)
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Author: Sterling
Title: I'll See You In My Dreams (PART 2 of 3)
Description: 12-year-old Cyrus's desire for certain girls makes him
dream over and over each night of trying to have sex with them -- not
something he can control.  Tara and Melanie share his dreams, though none
of them understands the connection at first.  But then Tara's 5-year-old
sister Hannah reports similar dreams involving her friend's father, and the
plot thickens.  The big kids share their experiences, and then unite to
save Hannah from the clutches of a misdirected sexual abuse investigation.
Codes: 1st Mg mg mf bg het cons ESP ScFi
NOTICE: This story contains explicit sex.

   First posted 11/6/2011.

   I'm always eager for comments, whether good, bad or mixed.  Comments to
sterling27@live.com.

   I have written many other stories and they can all be found at
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   You are welcome to copy this story if you include the entire text
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   Sterling

   And now, our feature presentation.  Enjoy!

   ======================================================== I'll See You In
My Dreams (Part 2 of 3)

   Tara lived with her parents and her five-year-old sister Hannah.  Tara
at the age of seven had adored having a new baby come into the house, and
had enjoyed playing with her as she grew up.  Since she was so much older,
she related to her a bit more like a mother than a sister.  But the little
girl adored her and was on the whole a pretty good kid.  She had her
moments, of course.  But on the whole Tara felt she was lucky when she
heard her peers talk about their siblings.

   Hannah had a best friend Kate who lived on the other side of town.  They
played at each other's houses pretty often.  It seemed most weekends either
Kate was over at their house or the other way around for hours at a time.
Kate often stayed to dinner, and now and then they'd had a sleepover too.
Kate was kind of bossy, but Hannah didn't seem to mind.  Kate had an active
imagination, and Tara sometimes found herself smiling as she sat in her
room, unable to help overhearing the animated make-believe going on in the
living room.

   One day the conversation took a different and surprising turn.

   "I had a funny dream," Hannah said.

   "You're supposed to be the evil witch, Hannah."

   "I had a dream about your daddy."

   "You can use this for a wand, OK?  And you're going to turn me into a
frog.  I'm the prince now."

   "It was about his, you know, thingie."

   "His what?"

   "You know, his..." and Hannah whispered something Tara didn't catch and
giggled.

   "I saw it once," confided Kate.  "When he was in the shower."

   "In my dream he was all naked and his thingie was big like a banana."

   "Hannah!  Thingies aren't like that.  They're little."

   "In my dream it was big.  And he wanted me to lie down and spread my
legs, and he took off my panties."

   "Yeah, right."

   "And then he poked his thingie up between my legs!"

   "You're lying!"

   "No!  I dreamed it!"

   "That's a gross dream."

   "It was kind of fun in the dream.  He poked the thingie up in my body
somehow and wiggled in and out.  It was like that was all he could think
about."

   "Hannah!  You're supposed to be the witch!"

   There was a brief pause.  "I was the witch last time!"

   "Yeah, but you make a good witch.  I have to be the prince.  You take
this wand, see, and say..."

   Tara thought it was funny that Hannah was having dreams about sex.  She
was so little!  She wondered idly how she knew so much.

   --------------------------------------------------------

   The next weekend Hannah came into Tara's room; she had left the door
open a crack.

   "Hi, Henny," she said, using the old nickname.  "What's up?"

   "I'm sad."

   "Why sad?"

   "I can't go over to Kate's any more."

   "Why not?"

   "Mommy won't say, but I think it's about a dream I had."

   "Oh?  What did you dream?"

   "Mommy says I'm not supposed to tell."

   "You can tell me."

   "Nope, she said not to."

   Tara made a connection in her mind.  "Is it the one about Kate's dad and
his thingie?"

   Hannah's eyes went wide.  "How'd you know about that?"

   "I heard you telling Kate about it last weekend.  That's the dream,
right?"

   "Um, yeah, how'd you know?"

   "It just made sense somehow."

   "Why can't I go to Kate's house because of a dream?"

   Tara didn't have a good answer to that, but it got her thinking.  She
approached her mother as she was doing dishes, explaining how she knew
about the secret dream.

   "So why can't she go to Kate's house?"

   "You shouldn't worry about anything like that, Tara.  We'll work it
out."

   "Yeah, but Hannah loves Kate.  Why can't she see her?"

   "I said, it's not something you need to worry about."

   "Ah, c'mon, mom, I'm not a little kid!"

   "All right," her mother sighed.  She stopped doing dishes and sat at the
kitchen table.  "Why do you think Hannah would have a dream like that?"

   "I don't know.  She dreamed about sex, that's all."

   "Yeah, I guess you do know about sex, don't you," said her mother,
looking away momentarily.  "But how does Hannah know about sex?"

   "Oh, hmmmm.  She overheard people talking."

   "Who'd talk about sex in front of Hannah?" She paused as if she'd just
thought of something.  "You wouldn't, would you?"

   "Of course not!"

   "I didn't think so, honey, but I figured I ought to ask.  So who would?"

   "I dunno.  Did she see a video or something?"

   "Who'd let Hannah see a video about sex?"

   "I dunno; maybe they found one somewhere?"

   "There's another possibility, right?"

   The revelation hit Tara in the pit of the stomach.  "You mean, like
Kate's daddy really did that to her?"

   "Or at least pretended to.  We're pretty sure he didn't actually, you
know, really do everything she dreamed, because everything looks fine down
there."

   "But Hannah doesn't seem upset by the dream."

   "Yeah, but it's not just a dream, see?  Probably he told her not to
tell, and she figured if it was a dream, that wouldn't be telling."

   "But she's not upset."

   "Kids often aren't upset by abuse right away -- or they don't show it."

   "So what are you going to do?"

   "We're making sure Hannah isn't anywhere near Kate's dad while we figure
out what to do."

   Tara had to admit that sounded reasonable.

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   They didn't have long to wait.  On Tuesday, neither of Hannah's parents
went to work, instead taking Hannah to "meetings" all day.  Hannah seemed
glum when she got home, well after Tara was home from school.

   "What's going on?  Why so sad?" Tara asked her little sister as she came
into the bedroom and plopped herself in her lap for a hug.

   Right on her heels came their mother, however, who said, "Come on,
Hannah, come out with me."

   "Why?"

   "Just so."

   As Tara suspected, her mother wanted to have the first go at telling
what happened.  She came in later, after Hannah was asleep, and sat down.

   "It's about the dream, right?"

   "Yeah, Hannah mentioned the dream at school, and the teacher overheard.
And as a 'mandated reporter', she had to, well, report it.  Which means
they have to investigate.  So they asked us questions all day, and then
each of us alone, including Hannah.  Daddy's pretty upset because they're
obviously suspecting him too."

   "Why daddy?"

   "Because one thing she might do if he was abusing her is say that
someone else was doing it instead."

   "Daddy'd never do that!"

   "I know, I know, but they've got to check it out.  Procedures and all.
It was touch and go whether they'd make him move out while they
investigate. I suggested maybe he could stay if they swapped rooms, and the
police said OK.  Hannah's sleeping in with me until they sort this out.  I
have to check in on her every ten minutes," she sighed, checking her watch.
"And you're excused from school tomorrow so they can ask you questions
too."

   It took two hours.  They asked about any mood changes she'd seen in
Hannah or Kate, whether Kate's father had ever touched her or looked at her
funny.  They asked her about her own father, and just what he'd done with
her, how he'd touched her, what parts of him she'd seen, how he looked at
her, over and over again.  She had nothing important to say, but she
realized a hug from daddy would never be the same again.  She felt dirty
and depressed by the whole thing.

   She imagined how Hannah must feel, because they must have asked her
those questions and more, and undoubtedly she'd had to recount her dream --
all of it over and over again.  And Kate -- surely Kate had had to analyze
every hug her daddy had ever given her, every bath he'd helped her with. 
She learned that Kate, too, had to sleep in the room with her mother while
they continued the investigation.

   That night they let Hannah visit Tara, and the little girl cried in her
arms.

   "Oh, it's OK, Hannah, it will all work out.  Don't cry."

   When her sniffles had died down, Hannah said, "I keep having the dream.
He keeps coming at me with that big banana penis of his -- did you know
it's called a 'penis'?"

   Tara chuckled.  "Yeah, I did know that.  Go on, honey."

   "First in my dream I just let him stick it up in there and wiggle away.
And I didn't mind, though they think I really did somehow."

   "It's just a dream, right?"

   "Yeah, but they don't believe me.  They think it really happened.  Then
after the social workers started asking me all those questions I knew I
shouldn't let him, so when he came into my dream I didn't let him do it any
more.  I pushed him away.  He left, but then I kept having the dream over
and over, all night."

   "What?" asked Tara, suddenly making a connection.

   "I kept having the dream over and over."

   "When you were letting him do it, you only had the dream once, but when
you stopped letting him, the dream kept coming back?"

   "Yeah.  That's right!  You get it!" said the little girl.  "They don't
believe me, and always ask questions to make everything different than it
is."

   "I'm sorry, honey," Tara said, rocking her sister.

   "Do you believe it was a dream?"

   "Yes, Hannah, yes I do!" said Tara with total sincerity, staring into
her little sister's eyes, tears welling up.

   "Oh, thank you, thank you!" said the little girl, dissolving into tears
once more.

   --------------------------------------------------------

   Now Tara had a lot to think about.  Hannah was having dreams just like
she and Melanie were -- not to mention Leslie, Cyrus, Walter, and
presumably Mr.  White.  No one was actually doing anything to Hannah; there
was nothing wrong!

   But there was the other part of it.  Why would Kate's father think about
doing it with Hannah?  She was just a little kid!  It was a disgusting
thought, him wiggling his penis back and forth in the little girl -- and
more disgusting than doing it was why he'd want to do it.  He'd always
seemed nice.  He had a friendly twinkle in his eyes whenever he looked at
her or Hannah, she realized.  But lots of grown-ups looked at kids like
that.

   And how on earth would his penis fit in her?  But then she realized that
she dreamed of Cyrus's penis all the time, but she was still a virgin in
real life.  In the dream world, Kate's father's big banana penis fit just
fine into Hannah's little vagina.

   What kind of a man was Kate's father?  He dreamed about screwing her
little sister, who was way too young to look at all like a woman -- and the
thought made a surge of rage flush through her body.  But he wasn't
actually doing anything to her -- was he?  If Hannah said he wasn't, then
Tara believed her.  Cyrus wasn't doing anything to her or Melanie, either.

   --------------------------------------------------------

   Melanie sat with wide eyes as Tara told the story of all that had
happened, and she remained silent for a while after Tara was done.

   "Holy shit," said the goddess at last.

   "What?  What do we do?"

   "We knew part of it, right?  A few guys reach out in their dreams to try
to do it with the girls they have the hots for."

   "Why do you say 'a few'?"

   "There are a lot of guys besides Walter, Cyrus, and Mr.  White who have
the hots for me."

   "Oh."

   "I mean, it's true, right?"

   Anyone could see that a lot of guys salivated over Melanie's body.

   "Not that I'm bragging -- but thank God they don't all visit me every
night!  'Take a number, boys'?" she called out in the voice of a
disgruntled bureaucrat.  It was worth a laugh.  She continued, "And the
girls feel it, right?"

   "Yeah."

   "So, um -- what's the man's name?"

   "Mr.  Anderson."

   "So Mr.  Anderson has the hots for Hannah.  He's probably just as nice
as Cyrus is, and has these dreams and can't help it."

   "But he shouldn't dream about Hannah that way.  That's gross!"

   "Yeah, it is," said Melanie, lapsing into silence.  "But it's gross for
Walter to paw my boobs too."

   "He does -- still?"

   "No, I kind of stick my butt up at him in my dream, and he's in and out
in no time.  But before I let him he was doing that -- and more."

   "But it's different, right?  I mean, it's normal for Walter to want to
do it with girls."

   "Yeah, you're right," said Melanie.  "Just like it's normal for Vanessa
to want a boyfriend."

   They both giggled.  Vanessa was really fat, loud, not very smart, and
all the things a girl didn't want to be.

   So it came back to the sickening question.  "Why would Mr.  Anderson
want to poke around -- into!  -- Hannah's private parts?  Yuck!"

   Melanie shrugged.  "I dunno.  But let's think about it more.  What do we
want?"

   "I want them to stop bugging Hannah and telling her it couldn't have
just been a dream."

   "Yeah, that's important." She paused a moment.  "And then what about the
dream?"

   "She didn't mind the dream before the teachers found out.  When I heard
her telling Kate about it, it was just a cool thing that had happened."

   "So do you want her to keep on having it?"

   "No...  No!  Of course not!  So how do we keep Mr.  Anderson from having
his dreams?"

   "I dunno." After a little more thought, she added, "How do we get them
to stop bugging Hannah about the dream?"

   "We could tell them we have dreams like that too."

   "You think they'd believe us?"

   "Believe what?  That we're dreaming about guys doing it to us?  They
know we've got hormones.  They'd believe that part."

   "Yeah, I guess.  But, shit!  I don't want to tell a bunch of cops about
Cyrus and Walter and Mr.  White!"

   "And the vibrator?" Tara gave a wicked little grin.

   "Well, I could leave that part out, I think," said Melanie with a little
smile.  "But it isn't the dreams themselves, right?  It's that the dreams
are coming from the boys.  That there's this connection between their
dreams and our dreams."

   "Yeah, and maybe the boys could stop having their dreams?  So Mr. 
Anderson could too?"

   "Yeah."

   There was a really long pause.

   "I think we need to talk with Cyrus," said Tara.

   "Cyrus!" said Melanie with some alarm.

   "Well, you don't want to talk with Walter, do you?  Or Mr.  White?"

   "Yeah, well that's for sure, but...  what can Cyrus tell us?"

   "What it's like for him to have those dreams.  Maybe he knows what makes
him have more or less of them.  Who knows how many other girls he's
visiting every night?"

   "Yeah, but don't you think he'd die of embarrassment?"

   "I'm not sure, but -- hey, he's the one who showed up in *our* dreams!"

   "Yeah, but maybe he can't help it."

   "Even so.  My sister's very upset, and her life's a mess right now.  I
don't care if Cyrus gets embarrassed!"

   "I don't know.  I still don't think it's a good idea."

   --------------------------------------------------------

   Tara wasn't surprised that Cyrus was reluctant, but why her friend
Melanie was so unenthusiastic was beyond her.  She corralled the two of
them after school the next day in the physics classroom -- a location Cyrus
had suggested.

   "So.  What do you want?" asked Cyrus, looking away after making brief
eye contact.

   "I want to tell you about my sister.  She's five years old, OK?  And one
day I overheard her telling her friend Kate that she'd had a dream.  You
can't tell anyone, Cyrus, OK?"

   "Why not?" he said, a little belligerently.

   "Because it's a secret.  You'll understand when you hear it.  You
promise?"

   "OK," said the boy with a sullen sigh.

   "Kate's her best friend, and they're visiting back and forth all the
time.  Her dream was that Kate's father had molested her.  Like did
everything.  Went all the way with her.  And she's only five years old!"

   Cyrus continued to look away, uncomfortable.

   "The teachers found out about this dream, and now it's a huge deal. 
See, they figure that she couldn't have a dream like that, because she
wouldn't know what sex was all about.  The only way she could know that is
if someone was actually doing bad things to her."

   "Makes sense," said Cyrus.

   "But she insists it's only a dream.  And I swear the first time I heard
her say it she wasn't upset about it.  She was just talking about something
cool.  But then she told me more.  She said that the first time Mr. 
Anderson came to her in her dreams, he wanted to, you know, get at her
private parts, and she just let him.  She says in her dream he did it to
her, and then disappeared.  And that kept happening every night."

   "So?  Maybe Mr.  Anderson kept doing it to her in real life."

   "They're not in the same place that often -- and wait, there's more. 
Once the teachers found out and everyone made a big deal of it, Hannah
decided he was being bad and she shouldn't let him.  When he came to her in
her dream, she pushed him away and wouldn't let him do it any more."

   "Smart girl," said Cyrus with a crooked smile.  "Trying to salvage her
reputation."

   "This isn't funny!  But when that happened, the dream kept happening
over and over the same night.  She'd keep dreaming he was trying to get at
her, she'd push him away and he'd leave -- but he kept coming back.  Does
that ring a bell?"

   "I don't know what you're talking about," said Cyrus, looking down.

   "Well, Melanie and I have had dreams like that too.  Where someone kept
coming at us again and again in the night, and we kept pushing him away. 
Until we dreamed we'd let him do what he wanted.  But it wasn't Mr. 
Anderson."

   Cyrus got up to go.  "You girls have some really weird dreams.  Sorry
about your sister."

   Tara rose too.  "Sit down!" she yelled, stamping her foot.

   Cyrus looked shocked, but he sat down.

   "You're having those dreams too, right?"

   "Where some girl's trying to have sex with me and I have to push her
away?  I wish."

   "Do you remember getting a note about maybe you should do it a little
differently?"

   "So you're saying I attack girls and try to have sex with them when
they're pushing me away?"

   "Not in real life.  Just in your dreams.  We think you're a nice guy and
don't think you'd ever do anything like that.  You're nice."

   Cyrus blushed, continuing to look away.

   "But in your dreams -- I don't know.  We figure you don't have any
control over it.  We know guys dream of doing it to girls."

   Melanie interrupted.  "Girls dream about it too, you know.  It's really
pretty nice -- as a dream."

   Cyrus said, "It's impossible, you know.  People don't show up in other
people's dreams because they want to."

   "OK, it's impossible," said Tara.  "But it's happening."

   Cyrus glanced up at the two of them before lowering his gaze again. 
"Did you ever hear of the 'id'?  Something Freud thought up."

   "No.  What's that got to do with it?"

   "You know who Freud is?"

   Both girls looked at him blankly.

   "He's the founder of psychology.  He had this idea that people have
unconscious parts of the brain that do things they're not aware of.  And
the 'id' is the part that's like an animal and just wants what it wants. 
Like sex."

   "Whatever," said Tara.

   "So you think it's your 'id' that gives you those dreams?" asked
Melanie.

   "Yours too!"

   "Ha!  You admit it!" said Tara.

   "But you're dreaming it too!  Because you want it!" Cyrus said, a look
of panic in his eyes at what he'd admitted.

   Tara said, "But that doesn't explain Hannah's dream, right?  You're not
saying Hannah's secret desire is to have Mr.  Anderson abuse her!"

   "Freud thought kids had sexy thoughts, though they're supposed to be
suppressed by age five.  But look, what can I do?  Suppose I am having
weird dreams."

   "You are," said Tara.  "You admitted it."

   "OK, OK!" He slumped in his chair and switched to a more confidential
tone.  "You've got to admit it's really embarrassing, the way I dreamed of
going after you again and again.  And now you're saying the only other guy
who does this is a pervert."

   "You're not the only one," said Tara, stealing a quick glance at
Melanie.

   "Oh.  Walter, one of them is Walter, right?  But no -- he was doing it
to Leslie."

   "You caught that, huh?" said Melanie with a smile.

   "You have other guys doing it to you in your dreams?  Who?"

   Tara said, "Never mind who!  But there are two other guys.  One's a kid,
the other a teacher."

   "Huh.  But like I said before, do you suppose you dream about it because
deep down you really want it?"

   "No!  You guys are the ones who started it.  And wouldn't give up!  The
only reason we gave in in our dreams was so we could get some sleep!""

   "Deep down, who knows?" said Melanie quietly.

   "OK, OK," said Tara.  "We're trying to figure this out, to see if we can
help Hannah.  You do it with both of us, right?  Do you dream of any
others?"

   "No, just you two."

   "Not anyone else?  Even Emily?" asked Melanie.

   "What's Emily got to do with it?" said Cyrus hotly.

   "Oh, I just meant her as an example.  Not Rachel?  Chloe?"

   "No, no one else." Cyrus said.

   "So, why did you start having the dreams?"

   "No idea."

   "Any way you can make them stop?"

   "No.  Believe me, if there was, I'd have stopped the moment I thought
maybe you were getting the dreams too!" he said.

   "Do you, like, enjoy it?  I mean in your dreams?" asked Melanie.

   "What do you think?" answered Tara, rolling her eyes.

   Melanie answered defensively, "I figured yeah, but you never know for
sure."

   "Um, yeah," Cyrus said, trying to hide his smile.  "It's nice.  So --
you just gave in 'cause you were tired?" he asked, unable to hide a touch
of disappointment as he glanced up briefly at Melanie.

   "Yes," said Tara crisply.

   "But it's still a really nice dream," said Melanie.  "Girls do have
urges too, like you implied.  And since we can't do anything in real life,
I don't know, it's a cool dream.  Or maybe a hot dream."

   "Oh," said Cyrus.  Then he glanced up to meet Melanie's gaze, who
instantly looked down herself.

   Tara wasn't sure she could quite believe it.  It looked like Melanie had
a crush on Cyrus!

   She continued, "But look, here's what we need to know.  What can we do
for Hannah?"

   "What do you mean?"

   "I mean, are you sure there's nothing you could do to make it stop
somehow?  Something Mr.  Anderson could do?"

   "Oh, I don't know how.  Believe me, I tried.  I tried everything I could
think of!"

   Tara felt herself flush a little before she spoke.  "I mean, boys, um,
jerk off sometimes, right?  To get relief.  So do you ever do that?"

   Cyrus matched color with Tara.  "Oh, well -- yeah, I did.  A lot.  As an
experiment!  Remember, I wasn't getting any sleep either.  It does no good
at all."

   "Oh," said Tara, her best idea gone.  She started thinking out loud. 
"We know of three of you -- four, if you count Mr.  Anderson -- who can get
into a girl's dreams.  But we figure most guys don't do that.  They don't
go after girls in their dreams like that."

   "How do you know?"

   "Well, Melanie figures a lot of guys dream about her -- or at least
daydream.  But you're the only one who shows up in her dreams." Tara wasn't
quite sure why she'd lied like that, but she didn't want to 'out' Melanie
about just how many guys she was dreaming about.  But now it seemed like a
lie she'd have to work hard to keep up -- if Melanie cooperated.

   Cyrus smiled knowingly.  "Yeah, I guess that kind of proves it."

   "Tons of guys are dreaming about you, too," said Melanie to her friend,
"and three are actually doing it."

   Melanie and Tara's eyes met momentarily, and Melanie winked.

   Cyrus returned to the problem at hand.  "So, Mr.  Anderson the pervert
dreams of diddling your baby sister.  And she knows it -- feels it in her
dreams too -- but no one believes it's a dream.  What are we supposed to do
about it?"

   "I told Hannah I believed her that it was just a dream, and she seemed
really thankful."

   "Good." Cyrus furrowed his brow.  "Maybe we could come up with a
different way Hannah might have known about sex.  Like maybe you kept
telling her stories about it over and over, Tara.  Found movies on the web
and showed them to her."

   "I wouldn't do that!"

   "I didn't say you would.  I'm just trying to think of a way to get them
to leave Hannah alone."

   "Well, OK.  Thanks.  Can you imagine how much trouble I'd be in if they
believed I'd done that?"

   "True, but I thought for the sake of your sister you might."

   Tara for a moment doubted her selflessness.  "But it would be lying, and
then I'd be asking Hannah to be part of a big lie.  And she couldn't keep
it up."

   "Hmmm, yeah, you're right," said Cyrus, who furrowed his brow once more.

   "I don't know what we can do," he said.  "But I know a place to start."

   "What?" asked Tara.

   "Talk to Mr.  Anderson."

   "Oh."

   "That would be pretty scary," said Melanie.  "I mean, him being a
pervert and all."

   "We don't know he's a pervert.  I mean, maybe he's trying to dream about
you, Tara, and the wires in this bizarre sleep-sex network got crossed and
hit the wrong person."

   Melanie giggled.

   Tara blushed.  "I suppose you're right.  We don't know much," she said.
Then she added, "But he'd still be a pervert."

   "Not the same kind of pervert."

   "What do you mean?"

   "I mean, you're -- grown-up looking.  Besides, that was just an example.
Maybe he was dreaming about your mother.  Or his wife.  Or you, Melanie --
lots of guys dream about you, right?"

   It was Melanie's turn to blush.  "I've never even met Mr.  Anderson."

   "Yeah, but you've still got that magnetism...  maybe it's so strong it
attracts guys from anywhere!" He was joking, but there was something else
in his look too.

   "OK, OK," said Tara.  "So we want to see Mr.  Anderson.  Do we just call
him up?"

   "Maybe just Cyrus and I should go.  I mean, you're really close to your
sister, and he might say things that would make you mad."

   "Maybe I should just go by myself," said Cyrus.

   "Why?"

   "A man-to-man talk.  If it's like what happens to me, it's really hard
to talk about it in front of girls."

   "As we found out," said Tara.  "I thought we'd never get you to admit
it."

   "Yeah, as you found out," said Cyrus.  "I mean -- I'm not an animal,
OK?" He looked sheepish.  "You really felt me being like super-impolite?"

   "Grabbing my boob."

   "Patting my butt," said Melanie.

   "Trying to push my legs apart.  Digging your hand under my panty crotch.
Shoving me against the wall."

   Cyrus turned red again.  "I'm sorry," he said.

   "You didn't mean it," said Melanie softly.  "We know you didn't really
mean it."

   "Thanks," murmured Cyrus.

   She smiles as she added, "Maybe you've just got a really big, fat 'id'."

   --------------------------------------------------------

   "So, you're a friend of Hannah's sister Tara?  I've met her a couple
times," said Mr.  Anderson.

   "A sort of friend," said Cyrus.  "Not like a friend friend."

   "OK."

   "It's about this thing with Hannah," Cyrus said.

   Mr.  Anderson sat up straight in his chair.  "I'm not sure I want to
talk about anything to do with Hannah," he said.

   "OK, OK, sorry.  You don't have to say anything.  Just listen for a
while."

   And Cyrus relayed the story of the young people and their
well-coordinated sexy dreams.  Mr.  Anderson sat in rapt attention.

   "OK," he said cautiously.  "That's very interesting."

   "Well, Hannah had the same sort of pattern.  It was especially
interesting that when she said no to you --"

   "I have never suggested anything improper with Hannah."

   "I mean, at least from her point of view, in her dream, when she said
no, then you kept coming back again and again."

   "Did you say she's still having the dream?" asked Mr.  Anderson.

   "I think that's what Tara implied.  But the thing is, we're trying to
figure out how you could stop having the dream.  Or stop transmitting the
dream.  Something."

   "I'm not saying I've had any sort of dreams related to this," said Mr.
Anderson.  After a pause, he added, "You've told me you haven't found a way
to get yours to stop."

   "Yeah, that's true." Cyrus thought a moment.  "Another thing would be
for you and Hannah to just tell people about your matching dreams.  I mean,
if you both say the same thing, and the story holds up, then maybe they'll
leave you alone.  You didn't do anything wrong, right?  You said that."

   Mr.  Anderson was silent a moment.  "Yes, you're absolutely right.  I've
never said or done anything inappropriate with any child, ever.  But there
are two problems.  Let's say I were having these dreams -- and I'm not
saying I am, let's just assume it for the sake of argument.  What you're
talking about is telepathy -- something only wackos really believe in.  I'd
recommend that you and the other two of you don't say anything about this
-- people are going to think you're crazy.  And they'd think I was crazy.
They're already treating Hannah as half-crazy, and she's just a little
kid!"

   "Oh, yeah, I guess you have a point."

   "And the other thing is -- this is just between you and me, OK?"

   "Yeah."

   "If I was having these dreams -- and I'm not saying I am-- how do you
think people would treat me if I admitted to having dreams about sex with a
little girl?"

   "I don't know -- if you've never done anything, just the dreams?"

   Cyrus saw Mr.  Anderson regarding him with a cold stare.

   "Just the dreams, eh?  Some thoughts are just unacceptable, Cyrus.  The
thought by itself is all it takes." He shifted to a louder voice.  "That
is, *if* any of this were true, if I had any thoughts like that, which I
don't.  I don't know what the trouble is with Hannah -- I feel for her. 
They think maybe her own father abused her, and she's blaming it on me,
because I'm another man she knows."

   "But she's not saying anyone abused her!"

   "I know, I know.  Dreaming of abuse -- it's almost the same thing."

   "Well, OK," said Cyrus, defeated.  "I was just trying to help."

   Mr.  Anderson shifted his tone once more.  "I do thank you for coming,
Cyrus.  Thank you for caring about a troubled little girl.  And, I really
have found your thoughts very interesting.  Very, very interesting." He
offered his hand, they shook, and Cyrus left.

   --------------------------------------------------------

   "Hi, Henny-poo," said Tara, ruffling her sister's hair.  "How's it
going?"

   "I'm Hannah now!" said her sister.

   "OK, sorry, I'll try to remember to call you Hannah every single time.
How's it going?"

   Hannah reached her arms up to Tara for a lift.  Tara sat on Hannah's bed
and leaned back against the wall, while the young girl climbed aboard,
snuggled up, and started sucking her thumb.

   Tara hadn't seen her suck her thumb in years.

   "I'm so tired," she said.  "The dream keeps coming back, over and over."

   "I've had a few more ideas," said Tara.  Most of the ideas were from
Cyrus; she was really glad she'd brought him in on this.  "First, I really
believe you that it's just a dream you're having, right?"

   Hannah nodded and smiled as best she could with a thumb in her mouth.

   "In the early days, when Mr.  Anderson was wiggling his thingie back and
forth and you let him, you didn't mind so much, did you?"

   "Mommy and everyone says it was bad."

   "Yeah, I know they say that.  But they think it's not just a dream,
right?  You and I know it's just a dream."

   Hannah looked up at her sister a moment, then snuggled harder against
her.

   "So since we know what's really going on, and they don't -- I think that
when he comes to you in the dream, you should just let him do it again.  I
mean, if you don't mind.  Maybe you'd start sleeping well again."

   "But it's bad, what he did."

   "It would be very bad if he actually did it to you, but you're just
having a dream, right?  Dreams aren't bad?  I mean, there are bad dreams,
but that's different.  You can't do bad things just from what you dream."

   "So I can just let him do it?"

   "In the dream."

   "Oh." Hannah was silent a moment.  "Is Mr.  Anderson a bad man?"

   "I don't really know.  You say he's never done anything, right?  Not in
real life?"

   "No."

   "He's been kind to you.  Never touched you funny or anything?"

   "Yeah, he's kind.  I feel kind of special around him -- I mean I used
to, when I was over at Kate's sometimes.t But not bad."

   "You're sure?"

   "Yes!  You're getting as bad as all those police people!"

   "Sorry."

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   What did you think?  I'm always eager for comments, whether positive,
negative or mixed.  Comments to sterling27@live.com.  (This is only part 2
of 3, but I'm happy to hear your reactions already.)


   

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