Dream On
March, 2001
It started out innocently enough. My husband, J, and I were fooling around in bed, and things started to get hot and heavy. At the crucial moment, he tried flipping me over on my stomach, as if it were no big deal, just a normal part of the routine."In your dreams, buddy," I whispered. That tiny remark, casually tossed off as I clawed the sheets for dear life to protect my nether maidenhood and impede J from turning me over, launched us into an exploration of a world where reality and...
