Friday, July 29, 2011

Happy Birthday To Me!

My birthday present to all of my Followers.

This was taken a few years ago when I was a Travel Account Executive and part-time trying to be a commercial model.  Not a lot of years.  I think I really posed a little awkward and stiff. That was a quick career.  

Thursday, July 28, 2011

Birthday Buffet (Non-Fiction)

I truly didn't expect what my friends were up to.  The hoodlums connived (girlfriends and gay friends) and wanted me to have a good birthday treat since this will be my last year in the 20's decade.  (What a pain!) Last night they picked me up from my place, blindfolded me and then drove off.  Night outs without my own car makes me feel naked.  I was helpless and their chattering, annoying laughters and whispers were getting to me.
We got off, they all held me up to help me walk.  The minute I heard the blaring music, the smell of cigarette smoke, I knew we were at a bar.  They all went suddenly quiet but I could tell they were giggling and I was getting excited and impatient.  Then they took off my blindfold.  Coño!  We were in a fucking gay bar!  And they had rented off a Private Room.  There were 6 girlfriends and 3 gay friends.  4 of the 6 girls are married. This will be a really crazy night!
We got into the room and they asked me to sit right at the center.  I told them I was not going to get married but they hushed me. There was a karaoke, a bar with loads of drinks and finger food in the room where the light came from.  Rest of the room was dark.  After a few minutes, the room went pitch black and we all screamed!  I knew we will have a private male strip show!!! Then loud oomph-oomph sexy music blasted!

The first set was a strip dance from 5 sexy male "stallions!" They were hung like horses and had cock rings.  Whew! Hot! They were throwing their "schlongs" in our faces, I shrieked!  The married girls grabbed and stroked it, my gay friends stood behind.  I assumed they would have a full meat buffet much later.  The next set was from a relatively known sexy, male porn star, who I think is totally gay.  Except that he looks ridiculously delicious, buffed and huge!  His show was just for me yet I was screaming like a little girl in a slaughterhouse. He stripped butt naked right in front of me.  Since we were in a private show, we could do most anything with these guys. I wanted to touch him but I just realized I didn't have it in me. Besides, I wanted more to drink. My friends pulled him away and had a feast. I was thinking too much I blew it. The other guys came back again and started dancing some kind of orgy dance and my banshee gay friends went berserk!  The room was booming with screeching, shouting and yelling! I didn't blink and I felt so stimulated by it I think I might be gay myself!
We were all drunk silly, wild and had some crazy party!  The girls were shameless and unstoppable, I was so hoarse howling, whistling and enjoying Tequila body shots! We stayed on doing stupid things, until I drunk dialled Anton (aka Jake in my My Beaver Diary) and asked him to pick me up since it was almost half past 3:00A.M.  Absolutely no one was thinking straight.  My friends teased me no end about calling him, but I felt so hot I wanted him badly.  
Anton arrived in a jiffy.  He gave me one look, shook his head and said I was totally wasted.  I laughed giddily and kissed him.  We said our goodbyes but I was draped on Anton as he nearly carried me to his truck.  Feeling flushed and hot all over I started taking off my clothes till I was down to my thongs.  Anton was smiling and shaking his head but he could barely focus on his driving.  I reclined my seat and started fondling my nipples and playing with myself.  I was moaning.  Those huge sausages turned me on.   
We must have flown because shortly, we were already in Anton's open garage.  He rushed to my side, opened the truck door, pulled my legs out and took off my panties.  He placed my legs over his shoulders then went to ravage my pussy.  It didn't take long, I was so horny I squirted cum on his face as I swooned and talked dirty. He had unzipped his pants, and quickly thrust his hard cock roughly into me.  I gasped and tightened with excitement, the early morning breeze and air-conditioning still cold on my skin and his body and dick so hot inside me.  I held on to the car seat and using my legs, I pulled him further to me.  I wanted to feel all of him. My pussy was making wet, squishing sounds, I was madly electrified. He fucked me like a beast. A huge current of stimulation wrapped around me down to my pussy and I exploded in an overwhelming orgasm my moaning sounded like whimpers, I nearly cried. Anton kept pumping, then he let out a deep howl, pulled his dick out, jerked it off a bit then sprayed his cum all over my naked body it glistened in the dark. My clit was still throbbing and my vagina walls vibrating, I started trembling.
Between wet sticky body fluids and sweat, Anton lifted me up and wrapped his arms around me.  He kissed me softly on the lips.  (Dios mio, it felt so good, his lips and breath was scorching hot.)  In a low voice he said, "Happy birthday Patricia." 
I sighed and held him by the neck and kissed him passionately and deeply.
Then I softly hummed on his ear, "Thanks buddy."
We laughed.  He took off his shirt and asked me to wear it, got my shoes on the truck's floor to put it on me.  We walked inside his house, I can smell our sex all over me.  I dropped the shirt off as soon as we got inside and walked straight into his bathroom.
Anton was right behind me and he had also stripped naked.  Under the rainforest shower, I felt Anton's body on my back, I tingled.  He held me by the shoulders to face him.  I saw that he was hard again.
Grinning, he asked, "Now that you had your appetizer, would you like your main course?"
I giggled, wrapped my fingers on his girth, and with my thumb, played the sticky fluid on his cock head, and breathlessly I said, "Yes I would love that.  I want my steak rare."
One more day before my birthday but I am absolutely loving these glorious presents. I am inclined to consider among all those treats, cocks and dicks, Anton so far, as the best gift I got this year.  Oh yes!

Tuesday, July 26, 2011


1. Why do you go to the movies?
a. To feel
b. To think
c. To escape
d. To enjoy the air conditioning

I could rank order these since I go to the movies depending on why I want to see a film.  Most times I go to get some entertainment, which is generally an "escape" or to think, particularly if I have heard good critics review about the film. While watching, sometimes I do get carried away and I start to feel with the characters.  Well, except for d.

2. In the last six months, have you viewed more movies at home or at the movie theatre?

 I have mostly watched in our home theater.  Maybe I went to the movie house only twice in 6 months.

3. What was the last movie you watched at home? At the theatre?

 At home, I watched several Indie films, "127 Hours", "Bending All The Rules", "watched this Julia Roberts thing, "Eat, Pray, Love".  I have always loved the fascinating computer effects of epic movies such as Harry Potter Part VII and VIII, and I went to the theater for the total surround impact. If the movie boasts of fantastic CGI, it's worth going to the movie house to experience it.

4. Which do you enjoy most in a movie?
a. Two beings battling to death such as Godzilla and Mothra (or any foe), Gladiator
b. Car chase scene such as Ronin, Fast & the Furious
c. Major heist such as Italian Job, Ocean’s Eleven, Snatch
d. Epic battle scene such as Harry Potter, Lord of the Rings: Two Towers

I have been dreaming of Vin Diesel in my bed with me and getting down and dirty for a couple of years now, (I don't believe he is gay, and I don't really care); so if you mention Fast and Furious, I don't care for the plot, just the explosion of testosterone on the screen, so that's b.  Mark Wahlberg, George Clooney, Jason Statham, oh come on!  Is this a trick question?  I totally lust for these men.  That's c.  I choose b and c and can just waste the opportunity for a and d, but I don't squirm when I go watch them too.

5. In your opinion, which movie(s) have the best or most enjoyable sex scenes?

 Well I will have to say there are 3 scenes that will forever be in my memory bank for life.  Top of my list is the love scene between Olivier Martinez and Diane lane in "Unfaithful".  Hot hot hot!  
"Y Tu Mama Tambien" is next, ooh la lah.  And how can I forget, The History of Violence; oh my god!

6. Which of these is your favorite Hollywood movie plot?
a. Boy meets girl
b. The Jesus Story (apocalyptic; someone is saving the world)
c. Fish out of Water
d. Buddy movie

Chick flick plots for me - Boy meets girl.  spice it with violence, mystery and sex, and I am completely hooked.

7. What is your favorite movie genre? (Thriller, comedy, action/adventure, drama, mystery, fright, etc.)

I like Thriller movies that mixes murder-mystery-whodunnit type. I like to watch Fright, Scary movies at home. I find these to be an incredible foreplay, fear makes me horny.  I may be weird.  I like comedy-romance.  I am not much into drama-romance.

8. In movies, what makes you cry?
a. mistreatment of a prime, likeable character
b. gushy, mushy romance (e.g., marriage proposals, couple finally proclaim their love)
c. very scary jump-out-at-you, make-you-pee-your-pants scenes
d. anyone or anything dying.

Death scenes always move me, without fail.  Be it a human, a pet hamster, just anyone or anything dying. you will see me sniffling, tearing up and shamefully crying.

Bonus: What is your favorite movie? Why?

I am surprised I am at a loss with this question.  I like so many movies for different reasons.  The story, the actors, the cinematography.  I would say I have at least 3 favorite ones.  The Pirates of the Caribbean Series.  Johnny Depp.  Period.  Brokeback Mountain, I really think this is a poignant film about love and relationships. Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, this movie profoundly moved me.

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Monday, July 25, 2011

Birthday Blues: Dating, Sex and Looking for Love

Ever since the day I became officially un-engaged, I have yet to meet and find the man that people describe as worthy to "grow old with".  I must have told you stories I have fictionalized in this Blog, but honestly, most of these are encounters I have had experienced myself or have vicariously experienced with my girl friends, who are fortunately (or unfortunately, depends on what you believe in) are in the same Facebook status as I am. (Single, and hoping.)
Well maybe I am not hoping for it to happen fast or soon enough.  Perhaps I am too busy exploring and enjoying things as they come and men as they drop from somewhere.

However it seems that part of growing up and acquiring some wisdom through the years (bear with me, it will be my birthday soon in the next 3 days), make you a little bit more contemplative about what you want out of love and relationships.  A few days ago, I decided to dedicate some pages of my real life experiences, mostly sexual, and maybe I will add the romantic stuff soon,   on here: My Beaver Diary
I am enjoying a sweet life.  Almost a decade ago, I had a quick stint as a commercial and part-time photography model; I was in the travel and leisure business; and now, I have successfully worked myself out from our family business. And in the next month, will be on a new career.  But I will never stop enjoying wine.
I have been asked, quite often, why someone like me (yes, I do have great looks) would find it hard to settle and find the right man.  I would like to answer that question.
It is not about how hot you look.  Finding and keeping a relationship beyond the wild sex is much, much more work.  And I would rather stay on this same course of exploring the rest of the world, until I find someone willing to help sustain a relationship for life.  I have not lost my idealism despite my "frequent failures" and it's ironic, if I could only add up those moments into my frequent fliers club, I could have travelled the world thrice over.
So this Post here is my moment of wisdom.  I turn 29.  Single.  Happy. And still totally hot.
I know the "happy" thing does not last very long until the next heartbreak or the next great expectations exercise.  I am taking my time enjoying my life, the men in it and everything else in between.  In my Beaver Diary I will tell-all, and sometimes, I tell these men that I love to write and Blog about it.  They are too busy in my "body is a wonderland" to take me seriously.  Therefore, I exercise my editorial prerogative to post the pages of my journal that are worth remembering.  After all, it's my diary and journal.

And until then, Happy birthday to me!  If I drunk-blog post in the next few days, then just enjoy it.  I will be sober sometime.

Monday, July 18, 2011


REGRETS and TMI Tuesday
Courtesy of the Ultra Sensual:  Hedone - The Pleasure Principle
1. What was the last thing you regret buying? A pair of reed-like, cigarette heel faux snake skin shoes (5 inches) that was too expensive, a little bit too uncomfortable, even in bed.
2. What was the last sex toy you regret buying? I have not really bought a sex toy.  My toys are mostly presents I received from friends.
3. Briefly describe a time that you had sex, and you should not have. Why did you do it?  The guy was someone I used to work with.  We were in an off-site seminar for an entire weekend.  The second night I drank myself silly and I was very fresh out of a break-up with my fiance'.  He knew about this and for a brief moment I thought he was with me to listen to my heartache and soothe me.  We were at the beach front, away from the rest of the people who were either half-dead in drunk stupor or deep asleep, it was almost 3:00 A.M. He started touching me and I didn't stop him.  I probably needed a man to make me feel I can be loved.  I was vulnerable and weak and angry.  I did not find him mildly as someone I would see after, but we went for it.  He was shaking in ecstasy while I was completely out of it, still thinking of my ex.  On hindsight, I think I used him.  I didn't even allow him intimate kisses nor did I want him to go down on me.  I let him fuck me twice that night.  I felt so horridly dirty and sinful back in my room in the shower.  I just cried and did not sleep till morning.  I decided not to speak to him ever.  He stalked me for a while, then decided to spread bad stories about me, calling me a "bitch", a "slut" and a "witch"; and he is probably right.  I have left that job a long time back.  I think he fell hard for me while I still haven't forgiven myself for letting him.
4. If you could choose to stay a certain age forever, what age would it be? My current age, as in now.
5. A good friend’s significant other flirts with you; would you tell your good friend? No.  If my friend ask, I will.  This is a regular occurrence for me.  My girlfriends always joke that you can leave me a billion dollars and I would not touch a single cent.  But don't leave your boyfriend behind with me.  I don't really flirt to be hit on, I am just the type that men honestly want to fuck.  I find it more a curse than a blessing.
6. What is your greatest professional regret? For example: Promotions you did not accept; Internship opportunities you did not pursue; Inventions/ideas you did not share.
Having quit my full-time job when my mother passed and work with our family business for my Dad.  It's a nightmare, and its harder to get out of it than I thought it will be.
BonusWhat is your biggest regret?  I don't like to dwell on my life's failures or regretful moments.  I choose to move on.  There is a lot of pain and heartache, but once I have decided to close the Chapter, it is closed.  I love kids and I am still envious of a few of my friends who have babies, a loving husband and a family.  I would love to have a baby of my own someday.  Maybe someday soon.

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Sex In The City 3: Kiss, Cab, Hotel

I wanted to say "Hello" but then again ... Marcus' Post,  don't speak when your mouth is full.  We didn't say a lot of words, we just kissed, for a long time.  I completely forgot we were in a public airport and I lost myself in that kiss.
He said "Hello" breathlessly, I murmured "Hello" back.  Then he took my hand and we found our way out of the airport.  I squeezed myself close to him and we kept on stealing kisses every opportunity we got.  I was in a complete daze I was aching for him.
He said we will take a cab to my hotel.  I keep forgetting we were not in a room and I needed to calm my nerves as I could hardly hear his voice above the noise and the loud booming of my heart. I think I asked Rocky to disappear and give me private time, now I am not so sure I did manage to send her a message.  Did I?  But what the fuck?  I can always drive her away.
We must be in luck, we got a cab.  Barely able to contain ourselves, I told the cab driver my hotel name and we grabbed each other like sex-starved rabbits.  I pulled him close from his shirt collar and kissed him passionately.  His hands were all over my breasts and managed to find itself inside my shirt, caressing my left boob, I moaned.  My nipples popped out and my pussy gushed, we kept stroking each other. I peeked at the rear view mirror and I knew the cabbie was grinning ear to ear.  I pulled myself away with great difficulty but kept my right hand on his crotch, rubbing his throbbing now engorged dick.  I whispered on his ear, "You are soiling your jocks by now, my dear Marcus."
He hardly managed to croak, "Don't stop Trickie, just keep at it,  and why on earth did you wear jeans?"
I smiled, "Because I am a tease, and I want to keep you wanting me."  
We exchanged short quips and pleasantries about the weather, work,  while I slyly covered his lap with my large shoulder bag and unzipped him.  Marcus was definitely too happy to see me, his cock almost flew out of his slacks.  He was so hard he was squirming on his seat.  I gave him a very gentle hand job using the juices from his dick to lubricate my hands.
Welcome to New York!  We got caught in the usual city traffic and the air conditioning in the car wasn't enough to contain our body heat.  Marcus bit and licked his lips, looked at me, begging me to give him head.  I just grinned.  We've barely been 20 minutes in the cab and it will take just about 15 minutes more, give or take the weekend's lighter traffic and the cabbie's skills.
I lean close to his ear, "We're almost there.  Just a couple more .."  The he kissed me again, his lips hot, his tongue all over my mouth.  I slowly zipped him back but he just grabbed on to my breasts and started mashing it.  I let him slide his hand to my crotch and rub it.  I kept one eye open as the driver was enjoying our moments with us.  I was feeling so light headed and dehydrated, I pushed him away gently and tapped his crotch lightly.  
"Stay. Play dead" and I chuckled.
Driver announces, "The Hilton" and he stopped right at 6th Avenue.  I sighed as my mind is filled with lustful thoughts I can hardly breath and I wish we make it to the room.  I was toying with scenarios in my head, I badly need to shower my sticky feeling in my jeans and I desperately don't want to waste a huge, hard-on.  Oh my, decisions!

Wednesday, July 13, 2011

The Architect - A New Short Story

"What the fuck is taking her so long?  Where is she?"  Alvin muttered under his breath as he checks his watch.  It's half past the witching hour.  He flicks the stub of his last cigarette out of the half-opened window of his car.  As he crushed the empty pack, he realized he just opened that one a couple of hours ago.  He was having dinner with the the guys in his team.  He opens his glove compartment feeling with his hand to pull out a fresh pack. He stares at it for a moment, decides to put it down the console. He reclines his back on the driver's seat and twirls the lighter on his fingers.  
Alvin has been seated inside his car for the last six hours staring at the geometric, designed beach house. The sprawling beauty rests elegantly between trees, her back is splashed by soft waves of the Malibu shoreline.  An obrae maestra. Alvin is parked a good 6-7 metres away from the house, obscurely, a spot far from the street light.
He sighs as his mind flits back to thoughts about Marianne.  Marianne is the lovely lady who owns the house.  He looks out at the street and back to the house.  "She'll be home.  She never stays for an all-nighter.  She always comes home." Alvin tells himself loudly. A painful knot squeezes his heart and he shuts his eyes. He imagines her full, pink lips as they part when she is listening; the soft curve of her jaw that sets her finely chiselled face; mesmerizing hazel eyes; her long brown hair she tends to play with when she is in deep thought; a slim neck that leads to porcelain-clear skin and bountiful breasts ... ravishing. 
Alvin has been in love with Marianne for 4 years, 9 months, 17 days and about 7 hours. Sadly, she is NOT in love with him. Alvin believes in his heart someday she will be.  A successful architect and bachelor at 37 years old, Alvin has had at least 3 relationships; one of which was intimate.  They all ended rather sourly and no one comes close to how Marianne makes him feel.  She's the one.  The perfect one for him.  The only woman he feels worthy to be worshipped for the rest of his life.  
The beach house was his labor of love for Marianne.  He meticulously designed it to fit the most beautiful woman for him.  It took 18 months to build it. Tall glass windows,  high ceilings, airy, spacious, an elegant and dazzling structure.  He had dreamt of this design for her.  
However, in Marianne's eyes, Alvin was the kind and sweet Architect; once she has told him, "a good catch for some lucky lady."  Alvin's heart almost exploded with those words that he badly wanted to tell her, she is "the lucky lady."  
Alvin did ask her out once, but she had politely declined and kept their interaction within the boundaries of client-architect terms. Alvin did not see that as a rejection, it is just Marianne being the decent lady that she is.  It did not stop Alvin from longing for her, desiring her and loving her to great extents.  
He has kept a vigilant watch on her since a month after they met.  He has seen all the men who had been with Marianne and how she enjoys their company and attention.  There have been many men.  But across the street like a loyal guard dog, Alvin watches Marianne every day.  And tonight is just one of those many nights. A bitter acid stirs in his gut making Alvin lurch.  His ulcer cramps has kept him company on these nights.  Caffeine and nicotine acidity made him sick but he ignores these.
Through half-shut eyes, Alvin sees some distant light and hears the sound of an engine.  His heart races, he holds his breath, head bent low he peers through the heavily tinted wind-shield. 
Alvin has never been caught as he has mastered the science of stalking Marianne.  He is careful and cautious.  He focuses intently and sees a dark SUV stop right in front of Marianne's house. 
Alvin smiles and grabs his binoculars. A muscular tall and lean man in a light blue shirt and jeans gets off from the driver's side and moves quickly to open the passenger's door.  
"It's Marianne!" She gets down and Alvin sees her glowing skin barely covered by a short beige dress, her breasts cleavage stood proudly even in the dark.  He hears her voice and sensual laugh, "she sounds giddy." He watches more intently. 
Their arms were around each other's waist.  Alvin feels a rush of blood rise to his face, he bites his lips and grunts.  
The man and Marianne start to kiss, passionately; she threw back her head and was grabbing his hair.  Alvin's hands tightened on his binoculars, his head was buzzing with lack of sleep and the loud beating of his heart.  
They stop kissing and walk slowly to the porch.  Alvin sees the man's hand gently slide on Marianne's back stopping at her butt. Alvin hissed.  She giggles and wraps her arms around the man's neck and kissed him again. Alvin's stomach grumbled he had to duck as he feared that they might have heard the sound.  
Tentatively, he raises his head and sees the couple walk into the door and disappear from view.  
The lights went off in the house and Alvin switches to night vision. 
Right in the living room lounge he watches Marianne drop her dress, recline on the sofa, raise her legs, while the man goes down on her.
Alvin feels his body heat rise, his cock stirring, he quickly unzips his fly and with one hand strokes himself.  Alvin moans, licks his drying lips and imagines his tongue in Marianne's wet pussy; he is extremely aroused. 
His left hand grips tightly on the the goggles as he continually jerks his cock.  With Marianne's  legs up in the air, Alvin watches as the man moves to thrust his body into her.  He sees her mouth open in ecstasy and without missing a beat, Alvin jerks off while the man pumps into Marianne faster. Alvin swears he hears Marianne moan and call his name and he feels her body heat on his.
A couple of minutes later, Alvin adjusts his seat, opens the pack of cigarettes and lights one.  As he drags into the cigarette, he starts the car. 
He drives slowly past the house, blows a kiss.  Almost a little too loudly he said, "I will see you tonight my love!" 
Alvin drives on, checks the time, sees that it was almost six in the morning. He mumbles, "Two hours before work, yeah, just enough time."  Feeling light hearted, Alvin shouts at the breaking dawn, "I knew she will come home.  She always does!" And he smiles broadly into the rising sun.

Tuesday, July 12, 2011


1. Which would you rather do and why?

a. yard work or house work - I really prefer house work but I would never say NO to cleaning the car and mowing the lawn.  I do not really believe there is such a thing a male or female roles in doing certain work in or out of the house.  I honestly enjoy both.
b. hike or run - I love hiking.  I prefer hikes than running.  I do have a front gravity problem, my boobies don't know where to bounce when I run.
c. outdoor sports or indoor sports - Outdoors is so much fun.  If swimming counts, then I am a fish.
d. fast food burger from the drive-thru or sit-down salad - I hate greasy meals, I would rather have a sweet dessert.  I'll go for the sit-down salad.   
e. yoga or aerobics - Yoga.
f. ice-cream or cake; what kind? Uhmmm, hard question.  It's like eat or be eaten.  Can I say both?
g. ice cubes or hot wax; where? why? - Ice cubes on my neck, breasts and nipples.  You know how cold turns your nipples in attention.  Ice cubes in my pussy even, and I will let you watch and lick it to melt away.  Ice cubes never stay solid with my body heat.
h. beneath the sheets or on top? - Oooohhh... either.  There are times there's just not enough time to go under the sheets so I don't mind.

2. What was your favorite subject in high school/secondary school/upper school? I love History.  Humanities. Anthropology.  All Languages.  I have been fascinated about the world since I was a child that is why I chose a career that will take me across the continents.

3. Do you get a full 8 hours of sleep a night? Why or why not?  I wish I did.  But there are so many things to do in so little time.  I am almost always out so I do reading and work on my computer late at night or when I Blog.  Some days I sleep through the day and I am up midday and I am on my best elements at night.  I probably am a vampire.  Men have called me that too, a vamp. 
4. What is your favorite comfort food? Ice cream.  Haagen Dasz.  That or a hard dick that I can lick.
5. Do you match up your socks after washing and drying them, and before putting them away? Of course I do.  I take care of my laundry needs.  I am an OCD.
6. If you were a crayon, what color would you be? I thought this may be way too obvious, dark pink or fuchsia. Color me pussy all over.
Bonus: When you have sexual dreams or dreams about sex, what does the dream generally involve? Is it a reoccurring theme? I hate to admit it but most my dreams start with different themes but generally end in something sexy.  I suppose the recurring ending is the same, getting fucked.  I have dreams about night creatures, still when I have stopped flying, or even when they catch me in a chase up in the air while on flight, I end up getting my pussy licked by monsters with really long tongues or getting gang-fucked or just plain fucked by a huge man with an awfully huge dick.  There are days in my dreams I kill them all after sex.  Either I am a vampire or a she-devil.  I also think I am always wearing some kind of an Amazonian Princess wardrobe, and I have weapons with me.  I probably need to see some help about these dreams.

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