A truly beautiful girl who was looking for her friend, the woman that used to live where I'm living now, knocked at my door.

A wave of heat hit me as I opened the door. She had big Black sunglasses on. She slid them up over her forehead onto her Black hair. Her Red shirt was tight on her thin body. It was hot, so I asked her in.

It was difficult getting through the door as my huge couch fills all available cubic space and oxygen. She falls back on the couch by accident.

"Please sit."

"As I said, I'm looking for Denise. We were roommates a few years ago and as I was moving out, I found something of hers and wanted to give it back."

I told her I didn't know Denise, or even how to reach her. This made her sad and she put her small face in her hands and began to cry.

This kind of freaked me out.

I didn't know what to do, so I put my hand on her back to pat her and found her to be burning up with heat. She was even wet with persperation on her spine.

I caught a glimmer of light that was a bead of sweat running down from under the hem of her shirt to the cleavage of her buttocks and under the thin strap of elastic of her Red thong.

I was embarrassed to be staring so long.

"Would you like a drink to cool down?" I said.

"Honestly, I quit drinking a week ago."

"I meant water..."

"That would be nice."

I climbed over my couch and made my way to the kitchen to get a bottle of Arrowhead out of the fridge. I heard her jewelry jangling as she was climbing over the couch.

"Your couch is too big for this place!" She yelled to me.

I heard her hit the floor as she must have fallen over the back of the couch. A bracelet ring rolled into the kitchen and hit my ankle. I grabbed it just as her hand picked it up.

"May I use your restroom? I've been in the car all day driving."

"Sure."

Back over the couch I found she left her purse, a bag and cellphone. She really trusted me.

I heard water running.

She's taking a shower? This chick is Weird City!

I sat there wondering if she is a Satanist like my neighbors said the woman that lived in my space was? Satanists have the better looking women. Wicca chicks predominately are heavier and sometime a bit man-ish.

A neighbor who is Wiccan offered to do some kind of cleansing spell on my place to rid the Evil the former tenant left behind. This Wiccan neighbor, though very nice, is a big big girl.

"I hope you don't mind, I took a quick shower?"

"Oh no... That's..."

She stood in the doorway to the bathroom pulling on her tight Red shirt with one hand while covering her "Lady Business" with the other hand. She was still wet and the shirt did cling to her body.

"You're not upset that I'm nude are you?"

She walked past me to the couch. She wasn't wearing panties. As she climbed over, I saw her look back at me to see if I was looking at her ass and stuff.

I was. Especially her stuff.

"Wanna see what I wanted to give back to Denise? It was hers. She showed me how to use it when we lived together. We lost it and then I found it under the dresser when I was moving. I'll show you how I use it."

She unzipped her bag. Her bare legs were folded under her. She flung her thick Black hair back and looked at me sideways.

"Are you scared, or something?" She rooted around in her bag and whatever it was in her hand, it came alive! It began buzzing frighteningly loud!

Buzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz...

It was my cellphone set on vibrate. It was sitting on a plate. I woke up. I was pissed!

My dreams are so real and detailed... So much better than real life! Why can't my life be like my dreams?