I was in the living room of the Gallia County Farmhouse, watching a television show in which an attractive woman in a dress was showing how to have sex. After she laid back on a chair, a man walked in, reached up under her dress and pulled her panties down. Although nothing could be seen of her private area, the display was nevertheless erotic. Apparently the man was going to demonstrate how to have sex with the woman right there in front of everyone.
I was interrupted for a few moments, and when I looked back, a number of other people were on the stage in the same positions as the man and woman. Apparently the people had been called up out of the audience, and they were also going to have sex. Still, nothing private could be seen.
I was lying on the floor. A small black boy (only 2-3 years old) was also in the room. He had been staying here for a couple weeks. His mother had left him with us as part of some kind of problem. I had been playing with him and I really liked him. I asked him what he was going to do when he saw his mother again. In response, he puckered up his lips and cutely kissed me on the lips. It didn't bother me at all that he was black and had kissed me.
I asked him if he remembered he had seen me someplace once before. I was recalling that once, also as part of a trial, I had spent a weekend in prison. The little boy had also been in the prison. I hadn't known him before and I hadn't paid any attention to him before, but now I remembered it. I wondered if he remembered he had been in that prison while I had been there.
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