On themes now familiar to him. Explaining that all she wastrying to do was to help people realise their potential. Help themto explore the richness of...the sensual world that was theirs byright but to which so many people never found the key. The remainder of the time was spent in a wide ranging talk onsexual organs, male and female, erogenous zones. The need forcasting aside any ingrained prejudices and of opening one's mind tothe pleasure potential that sex offered. Nothing specific wastouched. She needed none. Streaks of red highlighted her short cropped brunette hair, and she appeared to be in magnificent physical condition.Her skin had the bronze tan of someone who was no newcomer to hard outdoor work. Her face was more handsome than beautiful. She was wearing faded work jeans and a low-cut wool sweater, which allowed an excellent view of well-tanned, medium-sized breasts and the valley between.Sheila’s office featured a giant oak desk and a stone hearth. A picture window filled. "Jack, my boy, I just want tohelp you. You're a good kid, and I think I have something to deal withyour problem at school."Jack continued staring at the "wizard." Was he being stalked by some oldpervert? Well, it was too late now, nothing to do but run or see wherethis goes. That little voice called on him to stand his ground for once."sure, okay, what?" You really need to just say what's on your mind, Jack, particularlywith people who can read it," the old man said. "You're lucky though,I'm. And in an instant the kiss became two kisses and then Aouda opened her mouth a little and my tongue was probing at its entrance. I was taken aback when she yielded so easily. But when her tongue returned my ardor my hand went to her leg."What lovely limbs you have, how firm your flesh is, you are delicious," I gasped as the kiss ended."Do you intend to take... certain liberties with me, Mr. Fogg?"I found myself confessing that, "I... I should like to bed you, Aouda. I am aware you are no longer.