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could you move over a bit?”
    “Yes, of course.”
    Miyamoto shifted over to the edge of the bed while still making love to my wife. I flopped down on the other side with Mrs Miyamoto. We threw our arms around each other and started getting down to it.
    The two women began to gasp and pant, each spurred on by the other. Then the doorbell rang.
    “You go this time,” I said to my wife.
    “No!” she replied through her panting, shaking her head vigorously. “You go, please!!”
    I reluctantly prised myself from Mrs Miyamoto’s tight embrace, threw on my shirt and trousers, and went to open the front door. Standing there in the porch was the Lola Cosmetics salesgirl. Now, this woman was stunningly beautiful. I’d always had a secret lust for her.
    “Er… Good morning! Is your wife at home?” she asked.
    “Oh, it’s you! Heheheheheh!” I replied slowly. I licked my lips and rolled my eyes over her voluptuous physique, compressed into a suit of pure white. “Yes. Of course she’s at home. Anyway, why don’t you come in!”
    She gave me a dubious look and edged into the hallway, keeping her distance at all times, before closing the door behind her.
    “By the way, have you ever heard of the Dabba Dabba Tree?” I asked, still staring lewdly at her body.
    “No. What’s that?”
    She really didn’t seem to know. Realizing that it would take a while to explain, I thought hard before telling her the whole story.
    “In other words, this is all part of Mr Miyamoto’s erotic dream,” I added in conclusion. “We are nothing but characters in his dream. So how about it? If we’re merely characters in someone else’s erotic dream, we might as well do something erotic too. The least we could do is have it off and enjoy ourselves!”
    She looked at me as if I were mad. “I never heard anything so ridiculous in all my life. This is someone else’s dream?! You must be out of your mind.”
    “No, you don’t understand,” I said with a sigh. “I’m perfectly sane. But we’re in someone else’s dream. Could you please take your clothes off now, quickly.”
    She opened her eyes wide. “What unbelievable depravity! You, a seemingly respectable householder – a-a-a respectable member of society—”
    I’d had enough. So I just pounced on her. “If we don’t hurry, Miyamoto will wake up!” This salesgirl was younger and more beautiful than Mrs Miyamoto. She was bound to be a much better sex partner.
    As I ripped off her suit, she resisted me with all her strength. “But for us, this is reality!” she cried as she tried to hold me off. “Our lives will continue, even after your Mr Miyamoto wakes up. Then what will you do about these marks on my body?”
    “Yes, you’ve got a point. But there’s another way of looking at it. As soon as Miyamoto wakes up, we might simply cease to exist!”
    She was wearing a dark brown bra and panties. Her attempts to resist had made her perspire profusely, but when I pulled down her pants, she suddenly seemed drained of all energy. She flung herself onto me with a moan. “You complete bastard,” she said, and started to sob.
    I lifted her in my arms and carried her into the bedroom. “Er, excuse me, could you move over a bit?” I said to the other three on the bed.
    Mrs Miyamoto was still lying there in a state of limbo, just as I’dleft her. When she saw the salesgirl, she cried out in despair, “No! You can’t leave me like this! Finish me first!”
    Miyamoto half-lifted himself off my wife and glared at me. “That’s right. Dream or no dream, I won’t have you insulting my wife!”
    At that moment, the doorbell rang again.
    “Sorry. You’ll have to excuse me for a moment.”
    I set the salesgirl down on one side of the bed, returned to the hallway and opened the door. Standing there in the porch was a shabby middle-aged man, with what looked like a Geiger counter dangling from one hand.
    “Yes. Can I help you?”
    “I’m from the City Sanitation