This is a story written about the dream my Joanna Popawska had of our opera outing which included not only music but our devotion to each other along with the fulfillment of erotic fantasies. It is also this story which I have written in first person. As if I were Joanna Popawska, herself. This given her request that I write it as such, based on her belief that I being the man she made love to in this dream; am capable of expressing her feminine emotions.
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