Laying on a bed in a typical Midwestern house, in the bedroom, very fluorescent. Adam is in the room somewhere, getting ready for something, though I’m not sure what. A girl from school appears in the doorway, asks Adam if he is ready, and then takes her shirt off. I get up to start to leave, but she says, "Do you want me to fuck you, too?" I say no, but she asks again and I agree. She sits on top of me, rocking back and forth, but my guilt and paranoia increase, so I throw her off of me and take off. I think her father was in the house somewhere as a voice, too, which added to my fright. I feel like I am empty inside and wind up with Tracey. We start heading towards this bar or restaurant, more like diner, and someone asks me if I work there. I say no and they say, "Sure you don’t," with a grin. The couple saying this to me is a Texan couple, standing by the register, waiting to pay, who speak with very pronounced drawls. I entertain them with some trick I apparently have, and Tracey and I go to sit down. We talk and she says, "So did you fuck her?" playfully, not expecting an answer. I say just a little and she is a little upset. I still feel empty inside, but apparently we deal with it over breakfast.