OK its winter, its Gotham city meets New York. I am a street kid. I am in this luxury condo, owned by a woman and her husband and their daughter. The condo is the ultimate of wealth . I spend an evening or a day there with the wife. On the way out I shout out
‘you have a basement?’
‘of course!’ says the husband, for the first time acknowledges that 1) i am a young girl 2) i am pretty 3) pretty reckless. The basement is dark with pot lights and a giant tv, but the basement is out of use because it is also filled with boxes. Then they go down a curved stair case to a laundry room and a maid’s room. I see a door that leads to a delivery hallway. Then the sexual opportunity becomes apparent between the husband and I. Oblivious to the wife that I am a threat to their marriage, she has shown me the trap door. The time of our tryst is set up, fast forward dream realm. Now comes the deep dynamic, the daughter. Silent, she has been observing everything and is aware if her father’s actions. Because it’s my dream I could sense everything that she was thinking. When I come back for out rendezvous she had set up some traps and guards (barbies that fight and shit) when i made it up stairs there was a BBQ going on.