Katy went straight upstairs and started unpacking her overnight case. She hung a few summer dresses in the closet, and started putting a few pairs of jeans, some shirts, and her bras and panties into the drawers of her old dresser. As she neared the bottom of the suitcase, her face went white—there, at the bottom of her bag, were the dog collar and dildo from her dream. Her heart raced—was this some sick joke Clara was playing on her? Or had all of that been real?
She picked up the dog collar and looked at it. Every detail was exactly as she had dreamt—or remembered. It had the same luscious smell, the same shiny fittings. The dildo, too, was just as she remembered, but the rubber was scented now with the sweet smell of sex.