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GRAVEL

27.  (Dream) I spend the day at work running things by remote control. It's delayed remote control. I'm a programmer there. I'm set up in a proxy room of my own which is slightly elevated from the floor, simple and perfectly lit in a soft pale yellow. My boss is David Daniels, and he's somewhere out of sight. You catch glimpses of him sideways. What I'm really interested in is Virginia, who's moved next door in my house in St. Louis, where my sisters used to live. My ex-wife and I live in my old bedroom there, while Mark and Virginia live smack next door. Getting home, I realize Virginia has come home earlier and have the distinct impression she wouldn't mind being waked up, even now, even though it's the middle of the night. There are too many variables, though, so I go in to where my wife is sleeping. She's nude on the bed, though her nipples are hidden in the pillow. Perfect breasts. I begin using a yard-long pole with a handle on my end and rubber gripper on the other, and use it to gently slip its way underneath her closest breast so I can maneuver its way just enough to prod out the rest of her breast with the nipple. Sure enough, it comes into sight, and simultaneously with its freedom, hardens under my gaze. I slip into bed beside her, who's obviously fully awake now, and realizing this is the perfect opportunity, murmur, "This is the time we should invite Mark and Virginia over." I watch the emotion on her face register what I just said. The ripples of realization suddenly arch into her libido and surface into a devilish facial expression, revealing thoughts flickering alive considering Virginia, no Mark! Bingo! This is my profession. I'm an expert at remote control. (Fin)