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fingers from her slick heat to place them in his mouth and lick her juices. “Mmm, you taste just as sweet as I remember.” Her heart pounded as his hand slid back down to her aching mound and slipped a finger inside her. She gasped as his thumb found her swollen clit, tracing gentle circles on her swelling bud.
    In her mind, Carolyn believed this to be only a dream, yet somehow, one that felt oh, so real and oh, so good. She didn’t want him to stop, ever, and urgently wished he would lay her down, plunge his cock into her, and pleasure her like no man before.
    A small voice in her mind nagged at her, wanting to know who this midnight caller was and why he only came to her in her dreams. Dreams she never had before coming to this house. Chester chose that moment to jump on her stomach, hissing at nothing. His fur stood straight up on his arched back.
    “ Chester! You scared the crap out of me. What is wrong with you?” she yelled. Even though highly upset, Carolyn held and stroked him in an effort to calm him along with her racing heart. Chester finally quieted, yet continued staring toward the ceiling. Slowly, he turned his head as if following an invisible bubble floating out the room. Emitting a short meow , he jumped off the bed and padded from the room as if nothing had ever been wrong.
    “ You just wait until the next time you're having a great dream and find out what happens to you, buster.”
    Carolyn checked the clock on her nightstand and determined she had slept for close to four hours. Doubting she would be able to get back to her dream, Carolyn reluctantly threw back the light blanket, discovering she was completely naked. Her tee lay crumpled on the floor next to the bed, and her torn panties were all the way across the room.
    “ What the...? Did I strip in my sleep? Was I even asleep? Could the dream have not really been a dream and possibly be something else, or am I going crazy?”
    Carolyn shook her head and hoped she would soon be able to puzzle out what all this meant before she went insane.
    Dressed, she walked downstairs to the kitchen to brew a pot of coffee. Chester sat on the floor, batting an old, dried leaf, as if playing with a mouse. “Where did you find that?”
    Then she noticed the housewarming gift Maggie gave her the day before, sitting on the counter. The leaves, brown and withered, lay scattered on the counter top. “This isn’t possible! Plants don’t die overnight, not when they're as healthy as this one was.”
    Grudgingly writing the dead plant off to a disease she wasn’t familiar with, Carolyn dropped the remains into the wastebasket and put on the coffee. No sooner had the machine finished brewing a fresh pot, she heard a light tapping on her front door.
    “ Who could be up at this hour?”
    Hoping her midnight caller had come back to finish what he started earlier, Carolyn ran to the door. Instead of finding her dream man, she looked down at a stooped, white haired, old woman holding a covered plate.
    “ I’m sorry if I’m disturbing you, it’s just that I saw the light on and thought you might be up. I’m an early riser too. My name is Sarah Burns, and I live across the street. I baked this pie for you as a welcome to the neighborhood gift.”
    Carolyn took the still warm plate. “That’s very kind of you, Mrs. Burns. I’ve just made some coffee, would you like to come in?”
    “ Thank you, I would. You must be Ester’s granddaughter. I’m so pleased to finally meet you.”
    “ Yes, I am. Are you sure that we haven’t met before? You look familiar to me, but your name doesn't ring any bells.”
    “ Well, we were never formally introduced, but I do stop into your shop from time to time. You sell the best fruit in town and keep exactly the right herbs and spices I need. I made this from some apples I bought there.”
    “ You are an early riser if you’ve had time to bake a pie already.”
    “ Oh, I don’t sleep much, never did. Ester was the same way.