I'm in a bedroom with two girls, having a discussion. One of them is asking why nobody finds her attractive. Her friend and I mention that it has to do with her stomach - she has a bit of a pot belly, with a strange band of dark hair across the bottom of it. But I tell her that she's looking for the wrong thing, of course people are attracted to her, I've always been attracted to her, and she doesn't want the ones that only like her for her body anyway. She is happy to hear this, kisses me, and we make love in her bed (not sure what happened to the other girl). Then later, in the dark, she dumps out on the bed a big box of small presents that she wrapped up for me, but she was just waiting for me to like her. There are dozens of them, all wrapped in red wrapping paper. But I'm tired now, and I go to sleep.

I awaken in the morning and she has gone to work or something. I feel bad that I didn't try to open the presents, so I look around the room for them, but she had already put them away somewhere. I find them under the bed, and peek into one of them - it's kind of a silly gift, just a cheap little paintbrush, like for children's water painting. I decide not to take them out, since she put them away, until she comes back.

There's somebody else in the room, not sure who, and then my former drug-addled house-tenant Angelique comes into the room. She looks pretty healthy, like maybe she isn't on drugs, and her face is pale like she has makeup on. She sits down on the floor, and I give her a hug, and in so doing, push her down on her back on the floor, as if to make love to her, but then I sort of laugh and say no I wouldn't do that and get up.