"What do you mean you had a different dream? Same guy and some others? You are crazy!" Wendi said adjusting her side mirror, and turning up the radio. She loved her convertible. It was dark red and tended to attract guys. The speaker system was nice too...
"No, I'm serious. The one guy was there, but he had friends this time. And YOU were there." Jessie said. It was impossible explaining anything to Wendi. She was a sweet person, but it was hard to explain. "Well, if he has friends AND I was there- that just makes it all ok, doesnt it? Maybe you should go to bed earlier. Or maybe see a psychiatrist. They are trained professionals. They can help." Wendi slid her sunglasses down her nose and turned down the radio as they pulled into her street.
She slowed the car infront of the moving truck and whistled at the guys carrying boxes into the house. One of the guys set down his box and whistled back. He was wearing a black tank top that fit quite nicely and showed off multiple tattoos that ran the length of his arms. He had a pair of dark sunglasses resting on the top of his head and his dark brown eyes framed by long black eyelashes shone brightly as he smiled appovingly at Wendi.
"Hey baby, Whats up?" He asked in a deep sexy voice. "Not much... you?" Wendi answered. "taking a break now that you're here... whats your name?" He asked. "Wendi. But you can call me nearly anything you want to." Wendi replied in a sugar sweet tone. "...and this is my friend Jessie."
Another guy walked up and they introduced themselves. "Wendi, Jessie, my name is AJ, and this is my friend Brian."
