Once again, I get caught.  Or close to it.  Essentially, interrupted.

I’m with the lioness, playing around.  At once surprised to see her back of course.  Talking happily she shows me a strange yoga form/dance which she seems to be performing in the midst of traffic. 

Then, invited by my mom and family, who are suddenly there, for drinks inside a bennigans style restaurant.  We all sit.  Strange settings.  Somehow it’s attached to a house.  The lioness goes exploring; I follow after.  TVs throughout the house are playing football.

Off and on there are touches; she put her feet on me under the table.  I remember eating weird food and trying to remember to eat healthily. At some point we were in a back bedroom, I start touching her back.  She keeps letting me, encouraging me; I am amazed.

My fingertips are kneading firmly, wondrously into her back.  My hands slide over the curves of
her hips.  Enraptured and breathing fast, I pull her towards me.  The grace of her curves falling into the acceptance of mine.  In this moment everything seems to slow down and I am still incredulous.  I want to tell her how completely stunning she is.  The lids fall heavy on my eyes and my lips to seek the back of her neck, her ear...my hands gently brushing up her hair...

And then we hear someone coming.  I panic and bolt.  After all, I can’t believe this is happening. 
Even so, I don’t want to get caught.  The perceptions of others ruin things and, by some strange gift of providence, this is mine...and hers if she wants it...not theirs.

After a second of the initial bolting away, I come back to check she is coming.  Awfully nice of
me; silly girl. :P   She’s getting dressed and smiling, almost laughing, seeming to understand.

We run, dodging in some amusement thru rooms.  Seem to try to find items along the way.  She gets out, I follow but nearly get caught.  I fall down and lie saying I scraped my knee.  The host is quite nice then.  For some reason I get hosed off and lose my clothes; the knee scrape is dirty. 
His wife brings me new ones, size 9.

I put them on, seemingly having some issues getting dressed – finding a room to put my bra on, etc. We head back to the table...

And there I pretty much wake up.