Mal was now certain this was no dream. It was much too boring to be a dream. That or it was one of those dreams that just dragged on and on without any real purpose and felt longer than it actually was. Then, unless Lucy Ramsey had been sound asleep in the library at the time Mal fell asleep, there would be no reason for Mal to meet up with her in her dreams like this. Lucy Ramsey was but a speck on Mal's giant radar. "No thanks," Mal replied with an upturned nose. "I go to your theater sometimes. Isn't that enough?" Mal wasn't completely uncouth. She wasn't a cavewoman by any means and did occasionally visit the theater. She just really had to be in the mood for it.
And Lucy just kept on talking as Mal lifted papers here and there as if looking for something. "Sex." She opened one of her books then closed it. Opened her binder and flipped through it before closing in. Glanced inside her bag and then back at the mess of papers on the table. "Sex takes off the stress. Often and with extremely experienced partners. Now where in the hell did my final essay go?" Okay... maybe this was a dream after all.