You were out doing some heavy
duty bar hopping.
You vaguely remember leaving somewhere with
someone. You remember
making mad passionate love to Cindy
Crawford. No way!...That part had to be a
dream. A very vivid dream. A very realistic
dream. Suddenly you hear someone breathing and
you feel movement next to you. Could it be
true? Could it be
her? Do you dare even hope? You hold your
breath. You cross your fingers. You say a
little prayer.
