When I'm done, I join her again before taking a shower as she recommended me, she explains to me what comes next.- Did Miss Helen brief you?- Not real...y... She just told me we'll do art.- Yes exactly... I've been painting for a while but I want something more dynamic.- ...- You see, we want to encourage change here and I need to express this in my next work.- ...- For this, I prepared video footage and I want them to it and I'll need your help, you'll see, it'll be awesome.- ... What is it. And all I could do was stare at his mind. It wasn't staring, because you don't do it with your eyes, it was like feeling with a sense other than touch. Zai was ... shy, small, kittenish. Everything in his mind was grey and golden. Zai purred against me, his body vibrating along my own. I grinned. I liked what I had seen inside Zai's head. Master or not, I was not being a pushover this time.I rolled Zai over and straddled his hips. Zai grinned. He lifted himself up on his shoulders, keeping his. She wiped my forehead, cheeks, nose, jaw, and down my throat, re-wetting the pad occasionally. She said it was a cleanser. The pad was dirty when she discarded it. I would not have believed that my face was so dirty. I thought I kept up myself pretty clean. At least cleaner than most boys my age.From another bottle, she poured a creamy lotion in her hand, and rubbed her hands together, and then rubbed my face. It was a moisturizer that helped keep the skin smooth and soft she told me. It felt. "You were the only one who took her for face value. A lot of it had to do with your youthfulness at the time, but you kept looking past whatever your family could not. You also were the only one who would just listen to her. One of my problems was I kept offering her advice. She didn't want advice, she just wanted someone to listen and you did that for her. She always knew you would grow up to be a man of good character. I know now that she was correct." You have only really known me for about.