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I opened my eyes to a study lined with bookshelves. Two tall windows toward the back opened to a beach, and a tropical breeze flowed through the room. The waning moon reflected in slivers on the water. I checked to make sure I wasn’t wearing that damn bikini, and when I looked down, I wasn’t really there. Seriously, I didn’t have a body. A glance at a mirror across the room showed me I was peering out from a painting of a woman with a very haughty expression and nice boobs hanging out over her ruffly bodice. I wished I could turn and check out the back of the outfit. Now this is an interesting dream. Who should my eyes follow across the room?
An older gentleman in a red smoking jacket and pinstriped pants came in and paused by a table in front of the windows. He had a droopy face unde
