The night was a silver-grey. The moon was full and glowed a deep buttermilk. I was walking down a street somewhere in a dream land. I knew I was dream-walking; I knew I was asleep, not really surprised after the week I've had, been a painter/decorator for over thirty year's and it's not getting any easier. I felt light and carefree. There were no rules for me here, except for the ones I make for myself. There was a dream ether all about me, which was loaded with emotion and lust, silk-like and smooth.
The houses in the street had large illuminated windows and I could see into their living rooms and kitchens. The rooms were beautifully decorated and colourful. I saw a lusty lady look through a window, she looked at me, and my desires grew. I stopped at a door marked number six and knocked on it. A petite lady of about twenty-two answered it and asked what my desire would be. Her hair was jet-black with short pig-tails; her eyes were large and round and of the darkest brown; her nose was small and perfect, as were her deep red lips. Her breasts swelled her white T-shirt and her nipples bumped through. My manhood became alert and my desire grew hot. She was holding a tray of cookies and she told me they were fresh from the oven and would I like one. I took one from the tray and told her of my desire to find Barbra. She told me she lived at the end of the street, next to the big old oak tree. She bid me goodbye and closed the door.
