"Michael Bolton, Michael Bolton to the white

"Michael Bolton, Michael Bolton to the white courtesy phone. Samir Na...Na -eye...uh..Na-eye-in-nuh...uh..."

Was how Michael Bolton's dream always started. Then he'd sweat Gatorade and realize he was naked at the Home Depot. Sarah, would be licking his calf for the electrolytes and

she'd singing "If I cannot see you, why did God make me love you to make me suffer more?" Michael Bolton woke up but Sarah wasn't there, she never was. He walked over to the piano

and started to cry over his beloved instrument. "Why do I keep dreaming of her?" Bolton thought, running the palm of his hand across the piano keys. Sarah kept haunting him for

like 7 minutes, got bored and decided to go watch a bull get slaughter over a beer. She ran into Wesley getting out of an Uber and offered him her time and maybe her body. She was

wishy-washy about what she gave away freely. Her body, house sitting, items of great sentimental value. "Wait, maybe instead - or no, how about I give you my credit cards?" Wesley

was no Falconelli but he didn't see why not so he took all of her credit cards. She gave him all the PIN numbers as well. How about some going away sex. Sure, I could do that she

Swore under the influence of her horoscope. It predicted she would lose everything then it would return with the stealth of a cat burglar. Sadly it was accurate. The necromancer

awoke to find everything she had lost, returned- including her virginity and her ex-boyfriend Brad whom she had worked so hard to lose. It was a nightmare! She studied her Book of

Magic and couldn't find anything to lose them again. 'Get over it,' she told herself. 'It may well have been a dream' (it was).