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for just a moment. He fumbled for the bedside lamp and switched it on, then looked around. He was in his own bed, and he was alone. He wiped the sweat from his forehead and raised the blankets to look down at himself. His boxers were stuck to his skin and there was a large wet spot on them.
                  “You’ve got to be kidding me,” he said. “A wet dream at my age?” He threw the covers back and climbed out of bed to clean himself up and put on clean underwear. “It’s been way too long since I’ve been laid,” he muttered and went back to bed.

~ Three ~
Grandma Knows Best
     
                  Zula knew it was a dream, it had to be but somehow, it didn’t feel that way. She was in her own home, yet it wasn’t her home either. She walked down the stairs in the dim early morning light and looked around. She didn’t know what had woken her but she couldn’t go back to sleep no matter how hard she tried. And then she’d heard a noise. No, not a noise, voices. She heard voices coming from downstairs. They weren’t whispers as one might expect from burglars, they were happy, laughing voices. One male and one female, and it sounded like they were having a very good time.
                  Cautious as she continued down the stairs, she held the railing as she went. At the bottom, the voices grew louder and she could see dim light beneath the living room door. She knew she’d turned the lights off when she went to bed, and she couldn’t imagine who had made themselves at home in her house. At the living room door, Zula listened quietly as the two uninvited guests continued their gleeful conversation. Deciding she needed a weapon, Zula picked up the heavy bust of General Lee that had sat on the server bench for decades. Made of bronze, it weighed at least twenty pounds and would be a good weapon if Zula could actually lift it high enough to swing it with any force. Slowly, she pushed the door open and peeked inside. She dropped the bust as she covered her mouth with both hands.
                  “There you are, darling,” the woman said, as she came to the door and pulled it open all the way. “What is the matter with you? Come in, come in.”
                  Zula moved woodenly as she entered the room and tried to catch her breath. “Who? What?” she stuttered.
                  “Now, don’t be rude darling. You remember my gentleman friend, Mr. Devlin, don’t you?”
                  Zula tried to get a grip on her emotions as she stared into an exact duplicate of Connor. Yet this copy was dressed formally in an old fashioned style of clothing complete with watch fob. “Connor?” she whispered.
                  “Zula, you know better than to call a gentleman by his first name. I swear I don’t know what has gotten into you child!”
                  “Don’t bother yourself, Zula,” the duplicate said, speaking to the older woman.
                  “Great-grandma Zula?”
                  “I do wish you’d stop calling me that, dear. It makes me seem as if I’m ready for the grave.”
                  “Yes, about a hundred and fifty years ago,” Zula said, the disbelief in her voice evident. “I, uh, I need to sit down.”
                  “I was just about to show Mr. Devlin to the door anyway. I’ll be right back and we’ll have some tea.”
                  Zula nodded and watched the pair as they left the room. Zula looked around. None of her furnishings were in the room, and there were no electric lights, only kerosene lamps and where the gas stove should’ve been was a real fireplace. Zula didn’t remember there ever being a fireplace in this house. Since she was a child the place had been heated with gas stoves in every room. What was going on?
                  “There now,” Grandma Zula said as she came