up to in my dreams these past couple of days.â
âReally,â Sylvia said, her eyes sparkling delightedly. âDo tell.â
Determined to prove to her friend that she wasnât quite so innocent after all, Kate revealed most of the details of the fantasies that she had indulged in. To her surprise, the one thing that she refrained from telling Sylvia was that Dexter had requested that they meet again. Though she knew it wouldnât do any harm to tell Sylvia, nevertheless, she had promised him that she wouldnât reveal their planned rendezvous to anyone and a promise was a promise, even if it was only made inside a dream.
Whereas the day had dragged interminably for Kate, the evening flew by far too quickly for her liking. Good wine and good conversation flowed in equal measure, so much so that she ended up staying the night. The only trouble with this was that it meant she had to get up early the following morning in order to get back to her apartment to shower and change before setting off for work.
To her disappointment, Kate could barely remember her dreams that night. Not that she had any time to reflect upon them. Work was hell that week and, with a quarter of the office off sick, she ended up rushing around like a loon, not only dealing with her own workload, but that of one of her absent colleagues.
The one consolation of work being busy was that the week flew by so quickly, almost before she knew it, Thursday had arrived. When she got up that morning Kate felt a tingle of anticipation because that evening she and Sylvia were due to visit Dream World again. Mundane tasks such as photocopying and restocking the stationary cupboard didnât seem anywhere near as dull as they had done earlier in the week and every time Kate popped to the coffee machine she dawdled slightly longer than usual as she wondered what fantasies lay in store for her that night.
From four oâclock onwards, Kate found herself counting down the last hour. She tried to tick it off in periods of ten minutes, only that didnât work, so she tried five minute segments instead. If anything, this seemed to make the last forty minutes drag even longer. At one minute to five, Kate was all packed up and ready to go. She glared at the phone and willed it not to ring. Glancing up at the digital clock it felt like it had been four fifty nine forever. At last, five oâclock arrived. By ten seconds past, Kate was already out of the door and half way across the car park. She raced home, showered, changed, then drove around to Sylviaâs, a little too fast if truth be told. Alas, Sylvia was in no fit state to go anywhere for she had gone down with a bad case of âman-fluâ, as she put it.
Never having visited the centre on her own before, Kate was in half a mind to cancel, however she wasnât sure that she could survive another day at work without indulging in some sort of treat that night and she knew that no treat could match what lay in store for her at Dream World. Without Sylvia at her side, Kate wondered if the security staff would let her enter through the sneaky back door she had been using. Her concerns proved unfounded as the guards let her in without a second glance.
Once inside the centre, Kate headed for the same chamber that she and Sylvia had used previously. Upon opening the door to the room she experienced something of a shock, for it looked as if a bomb had gone off inside, with wires trailing everywhere. Brenda ushered Kate out of the room into a small break out area a little further along the corridor. She invited Kate to help herself to coffee from the machine in the corner, then departed before Kate had a chance to ask her what was going on.
The selection of drinks on offer wasnât overly inspiring. Kate eventually settled upon a cup of hot chocolate. The consistency was so weak she ended up pouring it away down the sink. She was just deliberating whether to risk trying another
âReally,â Sylvia said, her eyes sparkling delightedly. âDo tell.â
Determined to prove to her friend that she wasnât quite so innocent after all, Kate revealed most of the details of the fantasies that she had indulged in. To her surprise, the one thing that she refrained from telling Sylvia was that Dexter had requested that they meet again. Though she knew it wouldnât do any harm to tell Sylvia, nevertheless, she had promised him that she wouldnât reveal their planned rendezvous to anyone and a promise was a promise, even if it was only made inside a dream.
Whereas the day had dragged interminably for Kate, the evening flew by far too quickly for her liking. Good wine and good conversation flowed in equal measure, so much so that she ended up staying the night. The only trouble with this was that it meant she had to get up early the following morning in order to get back to her apartment to shower and change before setting off for work.
To her disappointment, Kate could barely remember her dreams that night. Not that she had any time to reflect upon them. Work was hell that week and, with a quarter of the office off sick, she ended up rushing around like a loon, not only dealing with her own workload, but that of one of her absent colleagues.
The one consolation of work being busy was that the week flew by so quickly, almost before she knew it, Thursday had arrived. When she got up that morning Kate felt a tingle of anticipation because that evening she and Sylvia were due to visit Dream World again. Mundane tasks such as photocopying and restocking the stationary cupboard didnât seem anywhere near as dull as they had done earlier in the week and every time Kate popped to the coffee machine she dawdled slightly longer than usual as she wondered what fantasies lay in store for her that night.
From four oâclock onwards, Kate found herself counting down the last hour. She tried to tick it off in periods of ten minutes, only that didnât work, so she tried five minute segments instead. If anything, this seemed to make the last forty minutes drag even longer. At one minute to five, Kate was all packed up and ready to go. She glared at the phone and willed it not to ring. Glancing up at the digital clock it felt like it had been four fifty nine forever. At last, five oâclock arrived. By ten seconds past, Kate was already out of the door and half way across the car park. She raced home, showered, changed, then drove around to Sylviaâs, a little too fast if truth be told. Alas, Sylvia was in no fit state to go anywhere for she had gone down with a bad case of âman-fluâ, as she put it.
Never having visited the centre on her own before, Kate was in half a mind to cancel, however she wasnât sure that she could survive another day at work without indulging in some sort of treat that night and she knew that no treat could match what lay in store for her at Dream World. Without Sylvia at her side, Kate wondered if the security staff would let her enter through the sneaky back door she had been using. Her concerns proved unfounded as the guards let her in without a second glance.
Once inside the centre, Kate headed for the same chamber that she and Sylvia had used previously. Upon opening the door to the room she experienced something of a shock, for it looked as if a bomb had gone off inside, with wires trailing everywhere. Brenda ushered Kate out of the room into a small break out area a little further along the corridor. She invited Kate to help herself to coffee from the machine in the corner, then departed before Kate had a chance to ask her what was going on.
The selection of drinks on offer wasnât overly inspiring. Kate eventually settled upon a cup of hot chocolate. The consistency was so weak she ended up pouring it away down the sink. She was just deliberating whether to risk trying another
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