"Samuel, can you hear me?" Delia asked as Professor Oak slowly opened his eyes and her face came into focus.

"What happened?" Samuel asked groggily as he looked around and realized that he was back in his hotel room.

"You fainted," Delia explained. "Two of your friends, Professor Elm and Professor Westwood, helped me carry you back to your room. Oh yeah, Professor Elm also mentioned that when you're feeling better, he wanted to talk to you."

"What about?" Samuel asked as he propped up some pillows and attempted to sit up.

"He said that he wanted to perform some research with Nurse Joy and was hoping you'd give him some ideas."

Professor Oak groaned and fell back down on the bed.

"Samuel? Are you all right?"

"No, I'm not," Samuel moaned, contemplating the total humiliation of having his colleagues think that he was a lecherous pervert who regularly molested his research subjects. "Actually, I think perhaps we should head back to Pallet Town."

"But we just got here," Delia said. "I thought you wanted to stay for the rest of conference."

A knock at the door interrupted their conversation. Delia opened the door and a young bespectacled man in a lab coat was standing in the hallway.

"Are you all right, Professor?" asked Professor Elm. "Everyone at the conference was worried about you. We all thought you'd had a heart attack or something."

"The radio broadcast. Did everyone hear it?" Samuel asked his young colleague.

"Well, sure," Professor Elm replied. "They piped in into the conference room."

"Oh no," Professor Oak moaned and buried his face in his pillow, wishing he could die at that very moment.

"Hey, don't get too upset, Samuel," Professor Elm reassured his friend. "Actually, we're all pretty envious of you."

Surprised, Professor Oak looked up. "What?"

"Sure," Professor Elm continued. "At least all of us guys are jealous of you. Professor Blanca mentioned that you had a pretty woman staying with you in your room, and he sure was right." He smiled in Delia's direction. "We're pretty happy for you, really."

"Happy?" asked a now-confused Professor Oak.

"Yeah. When your wife died and you got all caught up in your work, we thought you'd never meet someone. But you sure did!" Professor Elm eyed a blushing Delia appreciatively. "So can you give me some ideas on how I can get Nurse Joy to come with me to the next conference?"

"Uh, we'll talk about it later when I'm feeling a bit better," Samuel said wearily.

"Sure. Glad to see you're all right," Professor Elm said as he headed down the hallway. "And don't worry about Professor Ivy."

"What? What do you mean about Professor Ivy?" Samuel said as his head shot up.

Professor Elm turned around and came back into the room. "She was trying to mount an inquiry into your research – sexual harrassment. But you don't have to worry about a thing now."

"Why?"

Professor Elm grinned evilly. "Because right now, Deejay Mary is grilling her about the relationship she had with one of her male teenage assistants. When you're feeling better, come back downstairs to the conference and I'll tell you all about it."

Professor Oak collapsed back on the bed.

"What a nice man," Delia said as Professor Elm headed down the hallway and she shut the door. "So you don't have anything to worry about now. All's well that ends well – well, except for one thing."

"What's that?" Samuel asked as Delia sat down next to him on the bed.

"We still didn't figure out exactly what happened last night. You ran out of here so fast this morning that we didn't get to talk about it. I'm still kind of confused as to how we exactly ended up like we did."

"I have an idea," Samuel said as he sat up and propped his head up on the pillow. "Why don't we tell each other what we dreamed about last night and see if we can determine what exactly happened?"

"Okay," Delia said as she tried to recall the details of her dream. "I vaguely remember standing in your lab. You said that you needed my help with your latest research project. I said that I'd be willing to do anything to help you out."

"Sounds familiar," Samuel smiled.

"Then I asked you what I needed to do. You told me that you wanted me to take off my clothes, so I…well, that's what I started doing." Redness started creeping into Delia's cheeks.

"What exactly were you wearing underneath your clothes?"

Delia gave her companion a surprised look.

"Uh…for comparison purposes only," Samuel said hastily. "So far, your dream sounds a lot like mine and I just wanted to compare details."

"Um, I think I had on some kind of pink lacy underwear, kind of like this." To Samuel's amazement, she lifted up her shirt, allowing him a tantalizing glimpse of the pink lace bra she was wearing. "But it doesn't matter, because it didn't stay on too long. And then we…well, you and I ended up on your desk and I'm sure you can figure out what happened next."

"Uh…" He was still unable to think straight after seeing Delia in her bra.

"Well, if you can't figure it out, then I'll have to show you." To his amazement, she leaned over and kissed him on the lips. "You and I started kissing. First on the lips like that, then you started moving down my neck and kept going."

"Like this?" he replied as he leaned over and began to nuzzle her neck.

"No, more like this," she said as she shoved him back onto the pillow and began nibbling his neck. "Kind of like you were trying to give me a hickey."

"So then what happened next?" Samuel asked as he let himself be subjected to Delia's vivid narrative of her dream.

"Let's see…I think you started touching my chest next," Delia murmured as she lifted his palm to one of her breasts. "Yes, just like that."

"And then what?" he asked eagerly as he let his fingers sink into her softness.

"You told me that you couldn't wait any longer," she sighed contentedly as he began to slowly caress her.

"Then what happened next?" he whispered in her ear, eagerly awaiting her next command.

"Then I woke up," Delia said as she jumped up and rolled off of him.

"Oh," replied a very disappointed Samuel as his hand continued to massage an invisible breast.

"I wish I could remember what happened next," Delia said as she stared up at the ceiling. "Was your dream like mine?"

"Pretty much," Samuel replied, "Except I remember what happened next in mine."

"You do?" Delia said eagerly as she rolled over and looked at him. "What?"

"Let's see," he began as he reached over and his hand returned to its original position on her right breast. "I think the next thing that happened was that you were on top of me."

"Like this?" Delia asked as she returned to her original position atop him.

"Yes," he grinned. "But by then, neither you nor I had any clothes on."

"Sounds like a nice dream," Delia sighed as she stretched out atop him, pressed her body against his, and slowly kissed him. "Maybe we should see what happens next."