Then, they went to the locker room to change their clothes with the least possible amount of talking until they called it a night. Both were so confused and ashamed that none of them even suggested to take a shower before heading home even though that was probably needed by both. Some cold shower.

Alice called Dana on her way home but instead of calling her cell phone and making another awkward small talk, she decided to leave a message on Dana’s answering machine at her house. She casually thanked her for the practice.

Alice and Dana did have cold shower in their own home, separately, alone. Basically, Alice was totally beat, she was not used to working out like this. As much as she wanted to understand what had happened in Court 20 during that few seconds, she went right over to bed.

Obviously, the “locker room” plot never happened in real life.

Finding another shirt to wear over her very much perspired body, Alice yelled “*****” once again before she let herself fall over her bed resting on her chest.

Touching, pushing, heavy-breathing, lip-tugging, forcing, kissing, moaning and a few more mind blowing actions never happened in real life but Alice‘s dream. But it felt so real and God!!! So hot!!!

This dream was by far the hottest she ever had in her whole life. *****, this was even better than most of her actual ***** experiences. Her lips swollen by the “dream” kissing and tugging. Her nipples ached in mixed forms of pain and pleasure. Her legs were loose. In between? Whole another story.

Out of all the girls and even the boys around the world, Dana had to be the actor of this wet dream! Her geeky best friend who’s in a relationship. Some gold digger ***** Tonya, but still

She tried to calm herself by thinking this was only a dream, nothing subconsciously involved but then again this did not explain the incident that triggered it. The incident in Court 20.

Being each other’s support through every pain, they shared a lot together. Break ups to break downs, family issues to strangers’ insults, work to personal matters Dana’s door was the first Alice knocked when she needed to share her pain: any pain at all. Dana’s phone number was the first on her speed dial. It was almost instinctive to reach for Dana in case of an emergency or exactly in the opposite situations.