It is at once melodic and rhythmic but with visceral and sensual undertones. Music, as you would imagine, is not heard by everyone in the same way; so...in a sense every piece of music is personal. Now what do you feel? Are you having a sensual reaction? No? That's because this music is special in a way only for certain women. These women, whether they know it or not, carry a DNA fragment that traces back for many, many generations. Mrs. M is one of those women.Now that's interesting; do you see. I suspect that, even though you didn't lose anyone who was really close to you, you miss the familiarity of that world. This is about as different as you can get. Not only have you gone from being the savvy urbanite, who knew where everything you needed was and could get it by flashing a little plastic, to being a desert dweller trying to convince a motley collection of other people how lucky they are to have survived. You have also had to switch genders in the bedroom, on the rare occasion. She followed her two guides to the next chamber without lifting her head.The young swordplay student never gave her a second glance because her form was completely hidden under the shapeless cloak and the hood on her pretty head. She was basically just a black blob passing and of no interest to a young lad with curves and ruby lips forever on his mind like some litany of unknown Saints.At least, she was safely out of the hands of the chief interrogator, a man reputed to have no limits on his. Scared out of my whits end, I see her grab a pack of plain cotton panties instead and threw them into the cart. My heart finally calming down to a reasonable level we paid and left for home.We arrive home with half of the shopping mall purchased and plop all the goods on the floor as my wife heads upstairs with our daughter to tend to her needs. Jessica grabs my wrist and says "c'mon i need your help with making all the cupcakes and gingerbread house."We get into the kitchen and start mixing.