. He's WHAT?" Mary nearly screeched out the question."Aristotle is not a real person; he's a personification of the Library. I only call him 'he' but ...ctually there is no sexual person there; you'd probably see 'it' as a woman. Aristotle is normally quite accommodating in that respect." I said trying to play down what Aristotle would be to her."What does it look like to you? That's if you don't mind me asking?" Mary quickly added to Nichole."I don't know, I've never seen... 'it', I've only just. Don’t you?”You nodded with hesitation while our dominant mistress eyed me. She used her fingernails to teasingly pull down your panties, and expose your very white bottom to me. Her moves were sensual and dramatic.With my mouth open, I watched while you bit your lip. It was easy to see your bottom pinching tightly.My breath was on pause. Rightfully, you wiggled from the discomfort of having your bottom knowingly viewed by us both. By this time, you had been prepped to receive a well-deserved. I cannot remember the last time I had such a wonderful afternoon!’ Now the line where he can’t see me again is coming she thought. ‘Can we see each other again?’ He asked. Krissy was certain her mouth fell open at his request. ‘Absolutely, I would love to!’ She replied. The next thing she knew, he had backed her back up to his truck and lowered his head. The first touch of his lips to hers were like a whisper, so gentle and oh so sweet. Her purse dropped to the ground as her hands came up to. “It’s just nice to walk while we talk.”“So what’s the point, then?” You asked. “When I get reborn, I’ll just be a blank slate, right? A baby. So all my experiences and everything I did in this life won’t matter.”“Not so!” I said. “You have within you all the knowledge and experiences of all your past lives. You just don’t remember them right now.”I stopped walking and took you by the shoulders. “Your soul is more magnificent, beautiful, and gigantic than you can possibly imagine. A human mind.