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Chapter 16
It was another restless night for me. That night, like many, I laid on my cot my thoughts overwhelming the space in my head. All those questions still left unanswered in my head... Where was Edward? What happened to my being broken out? Is nipple loving really wrong? I was shocked at the new found knowledge that because of the legality issues surrounding khaki the prison would now be recovering the cushions on all the cots with Army Green fabric. How could the khaki that brought me so much joy be hated that much? My one night time khaki comfort now gone.
I am not sure when the transition happened from thinking to dreaming. Suddenly all the images started swirling in my mind. Edward's nipples... I groaned.... Jacob's nipples... I moaned.... Mike's nipples... I screamed.... I could hear the faint sound of a bad electric guitar riff in the back of my head mimicking a mix Edward had made for me to solidify our mutual love of khaki slowly changing to a disco mix. I cried...
All of the sudden the dream shifted and I was sitting at a table. Jacob was there and a little boy was with us, that happened to look just like Jacob. There was a little girl laying on the a couch sleeping. I knew these kids. Could it be? These were mine and Jacob's children. My heart pounded. My Bobla (aka Bob) Chilly and Jella Renearah. Jacob, Bob, and I where playing hungry, hungry, hippos. It is funny how a thought during your day can be part of a dream. Jacob had the most intense look on his face, and all Bob could say was "bitchen." It puzzled me until I looked down at the game and saw Edward and the rest of the Cullen family running around and doing the Hustle in the place of the marbles that were normally there. Jacob just kept slamming down on the lever and shouting "She loves my nipples more."
I woke up screaming with beads of sweat rolling down my face. New questions filled my mind. What where the Cullens up to? Do they have a group for nipple lovers... Nipple Lovers Anonymous? Would the Army Green colored fabric be as comfortable as the khaki fabric? Now that Edward was all disco, would he trade his volvo in for a bitchen camaro?