In my dream, I watch Jane and Fran make love.

They're on a large bed, covered in red satin. Their bodies like white quotation marks against the blood red sheets. I sit in a wicker wheelchair, sipping champagne, and looked on. The only sounds are the soft whoop, whoop, whoop of the over head fan and the moans of pleasure from those two beautiful women.

I saw everything and realized I knew nothing. Their kisses, their caresses, their passion burned into my soul. I wanted to be taught how to give such pleasure to these women/ by these women. I began to weep. Weeping at my own feebleness. I wanted to be held in Jane's arms, my tears kissed away by Fran.

They came together.

They were stretched out on the bed in a twisted, naked perfection.

Jane smiles at me as she kisses Fran's neck. Fran motions for me to join them. I get up very wobbly and feel like I have to sit down. The two women point at me, I'm lifted off the ground, floating towards them. I hover above them. They join hands and touch my chest. A charge shoots through me. I grab their linked hands and kiss them. Their hands melt into one.
They started to fuse into one new body, female at first, then slowly becoming male. I'm lowered into it's arms and kiss the new person's mouth. The new body wraps it's arms and legs around me. I couldn't escape if I wanted to, which I didn't. It's face slowly comes into focus.

It's Greg.

We make love in a slow, tender way. His kisses are warm and gentle, his hands firm.

His body gives me all I want and I give him everything he needs in return.

"I love you," Greg said. "We could be like this forever."

We came together, just like Fran and Jane.