I dream I am flying. Thomas is piloting and Brian, he is in the co-pilot's seat. They are talking about me, bonding in the process.
"Did you have to spank her a lot? Was she naughty for you?” asks Brian.
"All the time,” says Thomas. “She is a real imp, but a cute one."
"I use a spatula. And my belt. Is that too rough?"
"She's kinky, I am sure it's all good with her,” Thomas says.
"Cool. I'm doing some interesting things with clothes pins, too."
"Amazing little devices,” Thomas enthuses.
I'm in the back, dressed like a little girl, in a pink skirt with white socks and black shoes. I am licking on a big round lollipop, much bigger than my mouth. I can't believe they are talking about me while I'm here.
"Brian,” I say, “I'm too little to hear this stuff."
"It's okay, Gracie,” says Thomas. “You're a big girl and a little girl."
"I like to use a cleave gag, too,” says Brian, continuing the conversation. “It keeps her jaws open when I am fucking her mouth."
"We can just put our cocks right in and come,” says Thomas.
"You gotta love that."
"You gotta love her,” he corrects.
"I do, Dad."
"You never called me that while I was alive."
"Yea, well I was pissed at you."
"I know."
"You were pretty patient."
"I had to be, as many mistakes as I made."
"I would have made twice as many if you hadn't pointed me straight."
"You did the work. You made the choices."
"Caroline was the best choice."
"I know."
"So what's heaven like, anyway, Dad?"
"Actually, it's a lot better than I thought. There's all these virgins there and as many time as you go with them, they stay virgins."
"That's quite a trick."
"I'm doing some developing, too."
"In heaven? That sounds like the lead in to some silly pastor's joke."
"I did have to get them to make some changes."
"Like?"
"They didn't have dirt up here. Ya gotta have dirt. And tea. Blackberry tea. You want some? I do,” he flies the plane right at this cloud, which is the color of tea.
"Dad, do you know where you're going?"
"Not until we get there."
Next thing we know we are at a cafe, sitting at a table with Monica and the girls. We're all drinking tea, like Thomas likes it, but everybody's tastes different.
"It's cocoa,” I say.
"No, it's mint,” says Erin.
"Vanilla,” Kasey counters.
"Espresso,” Monica and Brian say at the same time.
They look at Thomas puzzled.
"It's because you are both dominant,” he said.
Brian takes my hand. I move closer to him. The cafe is floating, on the cloud. We sing a song that Brian makes up on the spot. We all know the words though we have never heard it.
For the life of me I couldn't remember a single one after I woke up.