Today was a quiet relaxing kind of day. Julia and I didn’t do much of anything other than lounge around the house until about 2:00 PM, when we finally decided to do something other than each other and hit the road for lunch at Friendly’s.
We decided to walk there and ran into our friend, the ever delightful yet strangely mysterious, Amanda Boehner. Amanda was apparently back in the area again on business, staying with some friends on Millstreet. After talking with Ms. Boehner for a little while in the Newton NJ 7-11 parking lot across from the old County Seat restaurant, we continued on our way; being seated and waited upon by Julie once we got through the door at Friendly’s.
Once about fifty yards from our house, the rain began. “It wasn’t supposed to do this today,” Julia commented as we turned into our driveway. I just looked at her and smiled.
“You know it all,” Julia burst out laughing. “I should have known. You had a dream about this happening, didn’t you.”
I nodded, still smiling as we walked through the door to our house. “Then you probably have dreams about Amanda Boehner and Julia from Friendly’s, too,” Julia said slyly. “Perhaps you even had one or two about them last night?” Julia added. I said, “Maybe,” rather coyly.
“Mr. Schnabel?” Julia said as we headed back to the bedroom, intending to take a shower together. “What kind of dreams?” Julia said rather huskily. “The type that involve me, my wife, and two women,” I replied with a straight face, as if the conversation had suddenly moved into territory that I was totally at ease with.
Julia stopped undressing at that point and just staired at me for a long moment. Then she started laughing before intentionally ramming into me without warning, knocking me backward onto the bed and jumping on top of me saying, “Bullshit! You were dreaming about this Last night.”
We were both naked at that point and somehow… Well… We never did make it into the shower.
My wife was right too. I had been dreaming about the very things she was doing to me at that moment, right along with what she was about to joyously beg me to do to her, “Again, Again, and Again!”