“Tommy, you up?”

“Nadia. What are you doing?”

“I had this dream. It woke me up.”

“So? Go back to your own bed.”

“Don’t you want to hear the dream? You were in it.”

“I was?”

“Uh huh. You know that bikini Mom said was too racy for me?”

“The red one?”

“Yeah. Well, I was wearing it. And it felt so good. So nice against my pushee.”

“You still call it a pushee?”

“Shut up.”

“So you were wearing it.”

“Yeah, and I was riding a big horse along the shore. We were going really fast. And it was making my pushee feel better and better. But it was getting so slippery. And I could barely stay on. And the horse was going faster and faster.”

“Where do I come in? Don’t tell me I was the horse.”

“You were racing alongside the horse. Trying to rescue me. But the horse was going faster and faster, and my pushee was getting slipperier and slipperier. You were almost even with the horse. Getting closer and closer. And I could see your big pusher. It was getting bigger and bigger. And then I slipped off.”

“Is that the end?”

“No. I fell right into your arms. And we fell onto the soft sand. And your pusher was so big. And my pushee was so wet. And I wanted your pusher. I wanted it inside me. I wanted it inside me so bad. But it was too big. My pushee was so small and tight. Like one of Mom’s thimbles.”

“I remember those thimbles.”

“I tried to make your pusher smaller. So it would fit. But it was so big. I couldn’t get my hand around it. I thought maybe if I sucked it, it would get smaller, like a lollipop, but I couldn’t get it in my mouth.”

“Then what? What happened to the horse?”

“You were the horse, and I rode you. Like this.”