i was in the cab of a truck not exactly driving but over towards the drivers side. on the passenger side lounged jill vandeven--only more bronze-skinned and luscious than the real jv probably is or ever was. I was attracted to her but then she said she had some poop for me, and she said it with just the right amount of scorn and i convulsed with lust and slid over by her and started begging her to let me eat her shit. She didnt, at least not yet, but let me beg and slide up against her perfect, smooth, devilish body. I said, You have the most beautiful body I have ever seen. And when she expressed doubt I said, No really. I wouldnt say something as ridiculous as that unless I really meant it. She seemed genuinely touched, behind the poise of sexy contempt, by the compliment. elsewhen, i was in my dads apartment. dad had recently vacated in a hurry, helped by us (me and ann? and felix and somebody else?), because these terrorist type thugs were looking for him. Seems he had aided or supported or somehow fought for their enemies. So there we were on the couch, being nonchalant, while these vaguely middle-eastern middle-aged guys came in and started snooping around, themselves trying to look a certain kind of nonchalant. We pretended not to know why they were asking about the people in the pictures they showed us. We knew who the people were, but didnt let on just how well. Felix even named one of the people, one who was really close politically to my dad, and at first I was alarmed, but then I realized that it seemed less suspicious than if we claimed we knew absolutely nothing. I wondered when they were going to notice all the pictures with my dad in them on the walls all over the apartment! As all this was going on, I was aware that for the first time in a while, I was really unqualifiedly proud of my dad, and humbled, and knew him to be a hero.