CJ
CJI studied Warden Egara. She seemed completely calm as she talked about the rest of my life.
my lifeWith an alien husband. In space. Although, maybe if he was like the big beast of a man in my dream, that wouldn’t be all that bad an option. It beat spending several years in prison, getting out with my career and reputation in ruins. I’d never work on Wall Street again. I’d have to start over. With a criminal record and no friends.
I wasn’t a big fan of leaving everything and going into space, but my options sucked.
My breathing was ragged and sweat coated my skin. It felt as if I’d woken from a nightmare, startling and abrupt. But the feelings coursing through me weren’t of fear, but of pleasure. It was waning quickly.
I wasn’t scared of the dream. I was petrified of what it meant
