"You had to be isolated from everybody in your clothing. You couldn't get to know someone more than in a business manner. You couldn't let yourself be...weak. You couldn't let yourself feel protected like you did in my arms. You couldn't let another person give you sexual pleasure like I gave you during our morning with the Nomers."Beth didn't say anything but it was obvious she was thinking about what he said."You may be right," she said."I am right. You are a new person." A new person. I like. Dam! I think. I hadnt considered that it might be human, and Im not supposed to be out this late. I start to get up, but stop as the light draws into the clearing of trees. My first thought is that its a horse, a horse so white that the moonlight reflects off of it like snow on a sunny day, but looking closer I realize that it has a horn. Its a unicorn! Please, sit down. Says the unicorn, and although I didnt see it move, save for the swish of its tail, the voice couldnt have been anyone else.. "I want you to hear this," she said. She sat on the cushiony white couch and tucked her bare feet beneath her as a sustained violin note filled the air. Paul sat down beside her, entranced. The music was ethereal and evocative, indefinable, like nothing he had ever heard before. The tones subtly changed and merged and wound around each other, at once simple and complex. He looked at Beth. "Who is this?" he asked. "Tim Story. This is called 'Shadowplay.' It's my favorite." Her big eyes were on. More importantly, I want you to feel it. My breathing a bit ragged, my heart thudding in my chest, my face a bit flushed, my hands and mouth full, and my erection throbbing against your back. I release my right hand from your ass and reach around. Slowly I start to run my fingers against your mound, relishing in the slick moistness I find there. I probe against it delicately, searching for your button. Time to provide you a bit of release before we continue. I move my face to your right.