She has a request.

"Umm...the dare was that I had to take my clothes off too," Clara says, blushing furiously when you raise your eyebrows questioningly.

"So tell me what you think happened," you ask, trying to buy time. You're unsettled by the picture and by her nervous confidence in her story.

"You started talking...like in your sleep....saying you were here to help...that you weren't going to hurt anyone...and then you grabbed me...suddenly...pulled me to you...got on top of me...you were calling me some name...I was fighting you but you were too strong...and then...then you were in me...inside me...taking my virginity away...I couldn't stop you...."

As she speaks the memory of your dream comes to you. Pink Rose blending into a combat zone, a room full of young women, terrified of you, holding one and trying to calm her as she struggled, turning into Diana, the sight of her overpowering your self control.

Could that dream have been acted out in reality? Did you really seize this student and ravish her, thinking she was Diana in your dream addled mind? You remember the mysterious stains on your sheets this morning that puzzled you so much. Could this actually be possible?

"I...I didn't come to make trouble..." Clara says anxiously. "But...I had...had to let you know..."

"And I suppose you told this story to all the girls who dared you?"

"Oh...no sir. I showed them the photo to prove I'd done it, but...I didn't tell anyone...what happened."

"Why not?"

"It was none of their business," she says indignantly. "It was between you and me."

"What do you want Clara?"

"Um...I just wanted to tell you...and um...thank you....like it wasn't how I thought it would be...but...um...it was pretty exciting...once I kinda got used to it anyway..." She gives you a feeble smile, a blush rising up her cheeks as she bites her thumb.

The story seems ridiculous, but you're almost certain it's true. Clara's story matches enough detail of your dream that it removes all but the most niggling doubt from your mind. And now this despoiled virgin was here to thank you? You feel like you're going completely mad.

"What are you thanking me for?"

"For taking my virginity...it was so quick and rough and exciting...I struggled but it was no use...you're too strong...you got between my legs and pushed into me...God you felt so big...And I was begging you to stop but I didn't want you to...and you didn't...you just took me....fucked me....so hard....Don't you see, now I don't have to worry about the first time anymore...It's done..."

"This seems very strange Clara. Strange and unlikely."

"But it's true," she says firmly. "You saw the picture...I was here...and you did...fuck me. You were like in a nightmare or something...and I was someone else in your dream I think...but you did."

"And if I did, what do you want? You can't have your virginity restored."

"I wouldn't want it if it could be," she says, nodding as she stands up. "I want you to do it again. When you're awake and know who I am. I want to feel what it's like when a man takes me and knows that its's me." She slips off her jacket and tosses it on the couch, her hands loosening her tie and unbuttoning her shirt. She pauses, looking at you as you stare at her in shocked surprise.

"Please Dean, I really want this! Please...fuck me again...right now."