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It was a cloudy night over Turgidia city. The moon occasionally peeked its glowing visage through the broken cumulus clouds that seemed to strain with the burden of heavy rains seeking release. It was the kind of night that very few women would brave alone on foot, and with good reason...

I didn't know the first thing about Dreaming.

Sure, we all dream. Twisted in sweaty linens or clutching a pillow around our ears, usually. That's the bad dreams. But Dreaming, so I found out, is a little different. That was the best name they had for it, I guess. Other names were too tedious or weren't elegant enough. I didn't make the rules.

My name isn't Tracy, either. But it helps me to tell my tales if I'm just a wee bit annonymous. It doesn't make them any less fetching. Most of the time, I'm not even Tracy in my dreams.

“Here you are, ladies.” The waiter said, setting the food in front of the three young women. “Thank you.” Said Sara. April and Traci looked at the food laid out before them. They had come out to Chubby’s bar and grill to celebrate the three of them all having a night off. And whereas April and Traci each had very light servings, with lo-fat sides and diet drinks, Sara had a big cheeseburger, dripping with condiments, and a side of fries veritably swimming in salt and grease. She licked her lips hungrily as she stared down at it.

It's the first day of summer here. It's a beautiful warm day and I'm headed down to Ashley's house for some pool fun. It's only a short walk from here. I get there and she's in the backyard laying down a slip n side. I guess this means no pool? She's wearing a lime green one piece swimsuit. She looks damn good in it, too. To give you an idea, she's a an ample breasted, average sized brunette.

"Hey Pat ," she exclaims. I greet her with the same amount of enthusiasm.

"The pool's not ready for swimming yet, so I brought out the slip n slide, " she says.