As we sit in the living room on the couch, I tell Kirsten about my
dream. She says “Well I do like the part where I’m tied to the rack and you are tormenting my cock. But I don’t like pain, and I know in reality you’d never hurt me no matter what. It’s OK baby, let’s go back to bed. Tomorrow we can start planning our trip to Michigan.”
Then she asks “By the way Andy, did you drink that entire fucking bottle of NyQuill before you went to bed?”