This was how it all started for Juliet Flames, one summer, in her father’s old cabin. 

Juliet rolled on her bed enjoying her sleep and the dream. 

Sometimes she would laugh, sometimes she would draw her mouth as though for a kiss, and other times, she would shake, rubbing her left hand on her silky black underpants. 

However, while she was still enjoying the totality of her dream and the pleasure that it brought to her, her table alarm blared. It was so loud she jotted up immediately like someone being chased.

“9:00am?” she said to herself. Rushing to the bathroom so that she wouldn’t miss the great announcement, Juliet...