I Guess I Failed to Stimulate Her Chakras

I don’t dream often, but I dream of Jeanie, the only one who ever touched my Nadi. I met her bathing in the Irrawaddy. You’d classify her as an in-betweenie, but looking pretty hot in that bikini! She got me going when she called me ‘daddy’! Jean self-identified as “thorough baddie,” but never let me see her Kundalini. I couldn’t leave her working in that paddy, so whisked her off to Venice. Like Houdini, she made the transformation: loved linguini: but part-time jobs (a waiter, then a caddy) meant I could not afford her. One bellini cost forty bucks! Forget the Lamborghini!