'You saw my little experiment then?' He rubbed his rear and smiled. 'Works, doesn't it? In my defence, I had to do something, after you left our usual...toys at home.'I extricated my slipper. 'I'm going for a shower. Why don't you have a look in the chest of drawers while I'm gone.'I emerged, pink and fresh, and surveyed myself in the mirrors. My bottom was still noticeably pinker than the rest of me. The pain wasn't going to dissipate any time soon either. I chose dark stockings and a tight red. A few minutes later he looked at Bob."What the hell really happened?" he asked softly."Don't ask questions you might not like the answer to," suggested Bob. If his friend pressed, he wasn't going to lie. This was too important, even though he'd rather never ... ever ... admit to Don what had happened in that motel room."Don't tell me a little hanky panky caused her to stop stuttering!" whispered Don tensely. "There had to be more to it than that." It was very ... emotional... " Bob let it hang. It had gotten bigger in the last two years then it had in the last hundred. Worry creased her usually smooth brow. Flipping some stray blond hairs out of her eyes she started picking up her gear and placed the sheet readouts in her pack. They had told her that the machine had simply been malfunctioning and producing bad information. So she had brought a man out with her to check it. And it was as good as the day it was made, if not for the dirt it would be as good as new. The man whistled at. I placed a hand upon the girls brow and another upon her hand, closing the circle that my bare feet and cold stone started. My mothers voice came back to focus. remember it will only last a second here but once you enter her mind you will be victim to time, so theres no telling how long you feel you are there. I nodded replaying every word to glue it to my memory. Also relax and stay calm, you are only a spectator, she will only see and here you when shes ready. my mother gripped my face and.