You wash thoroughly. You think about what happened. You need to calmly think...

You try to tame your emotions and you try to objectively assess your current situation.

You're not good at this at first. Your mind is consumed with panicky thoughts, you are almost hysterical.

You think: “Oh my God... Just a month ago I would not have believed that this was even possible... The ghost of a seductive woman who somehow mystically settled in my body... The influence of this ghost on my sexual arousal and even on my actions in a dream... I (as if I were not a guy but some kind of depraved stripper!) shake my buttocks in front of my roommate Danny, who is furiously masturbating his large excited penis... Danny's sperm that floods my buttocks. .. And as a crazy finale: I lick this cum, I taste Danny's cum! And what's amazing is: I don't feel any disgust, I don't feel sick! I even feel pleasure from the fact that I swallowed another guy's cum! What kind of absurd nightmare is happening to me!?”

You wash your face with cold water. You mentally reassure yourself: “Stop! I need peace of mind and not hysteria! I need to think about how I should act in the future. I need to assess the situation objectively... So, the negative aspects of my situation are approximately clear... What can I say? about the positive aspects of my situation? Queeny's ghost promised that she would not bother me for one week: no voices in my head, no illusions, no control of my body in my sleep... I didn't tell anyone anything about this ghost - that's why no one thinks I'm crazy ... The capabilities of this ghost are limited - the ghost can only control me in a dream... This ghost does not demonstrate obvious hostility towards me - it is possible to negotiate an acceptable coexistence with this ghost..."

You finish hesitating and get dressed. You have come to the conclusion that you should negotiate with the Queeny ghost about a coexistence that will be comfortable for both you and the ghost.

You think: “Danny is probably just as shocked by what happened as I am... I need to talk to him...”

You got dressed and you left the bathroom. You went to the kitchen and took out a carton of orange juice from the refrigerator.

Your roommate Danny is sitting at the kitchen table.

He tells you apologetically, "Dude, I'm sorry about what happened... I didn't mean to get you dirty... It was an accident... I was just really horny... I needed to cum..."

After drinking a glass of orange juice, you answer Danny: "It's okay, dude... I understand that you couldn't fully control yourself due to excitement... I was just a little shocked by what happened... Okay, let's forget the misunderstanding that happened."

You and Danny shake hands apologetically.

Danny jokingly says, "Okay. All the misunderstandings are in the past... But your ass is really nice, beautiful, hairless and smooth, dude!"

You chuckle at Danny's joke. However, you feel that in the depths of your consciousness you even like the epithets voiced by your roommate Danny in relation to your butt... It is not clear why - but you are pleased by the assessment of such specific advantages of your body... Your ass is “beautiful”, “hairless”, "smooth"... And the man told you this... Your roommate Danny...

You push away these strange thoughts.

You spend the remaining time preparing for tomorrow's lectures. Then, when it's late evening, you start getting ready for bed.