I was beginning to relax a little. Megan was handling the things I was telling her better than I could have hoped. I wanted to tell her more. But I ha... no choice but to stop. I wasn't about to make this a four-way conversation. Things were complex enough already. I had to continue to keep everything in its own little compartment for as long as possible.Although both Alan and Jason knew much of what I was going to talk about with Meg, neither knew everything. And Megan knew only the sketchiest. Moreover, based on what she heard at the club Electra herself was likely to be here tonight; this could very well be a trap.For more than a few seconds she seriously considered aborting. Even after she buzzed the intercom and heard Annabelle's welcoming voice and the metallic click of the gate unlocking, the idea of not going in didn't seem like such a bad one. If she wanted to, she could still make a run for it and forget about the temporary insanity that led her to come up with this daredevil. But tonight she had vowed she would show him her love by debasing her body for him in a new way. He had acquired a taste for the dildo, the buzzing and the nastiness of it piercing his restraint. She fed him a meal while he steered, keeping to what he called a bowline, and rubbed against him as he ate. Then she strutted with her most hip swinging walk to the door of the hatch, loosening the string of her bikini bra, and flashed her tits at him. "Darling, I really can't wait. Now come along like. . . This life-force I’m now filled with. You should be dead.Time slows as she begins to fall, and somehow I easily stand and reach her before she completely collapses. Catching her in my arms, she stares at me in newfound wonder and curiosity, as time resumes its usual pace. Her left hand slowly reaches up, and she palms my cheek.“Are you real?” she asks me, and I can’t stop the laugh that bursts forth from my chest, a deep sound that actually seems to reverberate through the open fields around.