Prelude: I wrote this story for a friend several years back who was on her 5th year in the Peace Corps, and was living in a remote African village. She had not had any intimate contact in over three years, and was going absolutely crazy. She asked me if I could write a story about her, and I so that she could have some form of stimulation when she went to bed at night. This is the first story of about a dozen I wrote her. Let me know what you think!
**The Dream**
To my friend: While this dream is most likely to stay just that, I hope you enjoy this, and it gives you something to think about when you are alone.
> “There are those who look at things the way they are, and ask why… I dream of things that never were, and ask why not?” ~Robert Francis Kennedy