Her new sexy clothes hung, ignored, in her closet, and when she wasn’t at work she spent most of her time at home writing in her journal. She knew it was old fashioned to use pen and paper, but she felt much more in tune with her thoughts without the noise pollution output by a clacking keyboard. On a rainy Sunday morning, she sat on her couch and wrote furiously trying to get down the entire dream she had last night before it disappeared into the recesses of her memory. I’d done something bad again. I don’t know what. He had to arrest me again. But when he showed up at my apartment, he cuffed me. Instead of taking me down to his car, he dragged me into my bedroom kicking and screaming. Like he’d threatened to do before, he forced me over his knee. Suddenly, I was naked in the dream. He was spanking me and I yelled and cried. No matter how hard I tried to get away, I couldn’t. He wouldn’t let me go. Then, suddenly, the dream changed. We were at some kind of sports arena but there was no game.
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