Morning, on the phone.
'Did I wake you? I got something very interesting to tell you!' Hetty asked, sitting up in bed.
'Not really, what's up?' Granger replied.
'I had this dream last night. We were in bed, you were giving me a very relaxing neck message with your big, strong manly hands, very romantic music was playing, it felt like heaven. Think we could ever have a night like that?'
hat's when Granger started chuckling.
'What's so funny?'
'It's just, 2 nights ago. I dreamed that you were giving me a neck message! And your hands smelled like good soap the whole time. Coincidence?'
Stunned. 'That's, certainly something! In my dream, your hands smelled like scented lotion the whole time! It was very sexy.' Hetty replied.
'Think this is a sign that we really can't stop thinking about each other? We must really like each other at this point.' Granger asked.
'Well, at least neither of us have dreamt of 'doing the dirty' with each other yet.'
Silence.
'Right?' Hetty sternly asked.
'Got to go, see you at work!'
'Wait, Owen! (dial tone).'