Dream

Lori and I were meeting a prosecutor. She was flirting with him saying she craved smoking a Cuban cigar. Then she laid down on top of him, for a while in the meeting room. "Now we know if we are ever in trouble we'll know who to call," Lori said. She had written him a letter in advance telling him of our plight and introducing herself. Like a good introvert, I thought. On the day of court hearing Lori showed up wearing a cream colored designer jumpsuit that had a Goodyear logo across her chest. "Now all we need are some oily rags," I said.