My wife Bonita and I were in a place like Shakey's Pizza Parlor-- with a lot of the agency people, I think, though the only one I can remember specifically was Bob McNamara.  We were sitting at two long benches at separate tables, with our backs to the tables, so that we were facing each other rather than the tables.  Someone (male) at the opposite end of my bench was naked, and I sort of put myself in his situation and remembered the times I had been (in dreams) naked in public.  Soon, though, almost everyone was naked (though I never saw them disrobe).  Everyone on the bench opposite me was naked; all were men, and they were leaning slightly to their right, bent slightly forward, and staring soberly at the floor, as if to affect a humorous pose, sort of like in a barbershop quartet.  Since the few remaining clothed people were taking off their clothes, I figured Bonita couldn't object if I took mine off too, so I did.  Our bench then also struck a pose similar to the others, but leaning in the opposite direction.    After that, it degenerated into an orgy.  Under a table to my left rear were two people under an opaque plastic sheet.  I couldn't tell who they were.  In a few minutes I looked again and they were gone, but nearby, and out from under the table (which was now a bar) was Bonita and another girl sitting on the floor-so I figured it had been them under the sheet.  Bonita rather coolly ordered me to go outside and get some blanket (the cats' pink blanket, I think) and take it somewhere.  I figured she just wanted to get rid of me so that she and the girl could make love "in private."  Bonita said it was because the girl wanted the blanket, but that didn't make sense to me-why then was I supposed to take it somewhere?  Instead, I went to the opposite side of the room where a girl, clothed, was sitting against the wall.  Standing over her and facing the same direction was just a pair of legs from the waist down, also clothed.  She had been sucking its cock, so I figured she would suck mine too.  Somehow I now had my trousers on.  I unfastened them, and she was eagerly kissing my belly and impatiently pulling down my pants.  I thought she had stopped sucking the other one, because it wouldn't get an erection.  When she started sucking mine, it felt good, but she suddenly stopped and made a face and said "Ugh, yours tastes like pee pee too."  I was very disappointed, because it had been some time since I had urinated.  (This girl, by the way, is in my statistics class.  She looks slightly Asian, but speaks with a Spanish accent.  She is very confident and intelligent -- almost cocky -- no pun intended.)     Now we were on the roof of a building, next to the edge, and I was lying beside her.  I whispered in her ear, "Let's fuck, then."  Unfortunately I don't recall what followed, but when I got up I saw Bonita at the bar and she was fighting hard unsuccessfully to hold back the tears, and finally she stalked out of the place.  I thought it was terribly hypocritical of her, since I was sure she had been carrying on her share of the orgy.  When I got home, I found the slide projector out and several slides still in the projector.  I picked some up and looked at them to see if I could get a clue as to why she got them out, but they were nothing out of the ordinary.  Somehow I knew that Bonita was "downstairs" or next door talking to Lourdes Flynnery.