She scanned the boy’s mind as they parted, hoping for a clue as to the nature of this unusual summons. She had lived at this holy place near the nor...hern end of Hokkaido almost half her life, rarely even leaving its walls. Now twenty years of age, at first a novice, then a student, and now a Mistress of the Art, a teacher of others, the last nine years had been spent honing her skills, deepening her abilities. Sadly, however, her sweep through the mind of the young messenger told her nothing.. As I lay there the rainy weather that had persisted all afternoon and evening developed into an intense storm, The the rain would force its way inside the room, and then the power went off plunging the whole house into darkness. It was 11.30pm and there was lightning was flashing constantly and The claps of thunder were deafening. She cried out, calling my name and I went running to her room, asking her, “What happened, Aunty? What’s the matter? Why are you crying?” When she didn’t answer I. I honestly don’t know I had ever received a more passionate kiss in my life. Christy’s tongue was wild against mine. Her hands were actually grasping my butt as she pulled me tightly against her and Christy was wiggling her entire body against mine.By the time we broke the kiss, both of us were gasping for breath.“Are you sure ... sure you want to TALK first,” Christy asked with a huge, huge smile.“No,” I admitted, “I’m not sure. But we really do need to talk ... just TALK ... first.”I could. It made my night just a little bit better (although I am still wide awake so you were no help in the insomnia aspect but you can’t win them all). Thats it-just a random email from a random stranger. He was happy to see a complete stranger enjoy what he has written and something compelled him to write back. This is what he said: Thank you very much for your comment. I work in the back unloading the trucks at Wal-Mart. I noticed that you are from a town not too far away. I go there once a week to.