She blushed and said, "Thank you, you're very kind."Desperate to change the subject, I asked about the pictures she wastaking. She told me that she...was a professional photographer and was working ona book about public gardens in the United States. We chatted for a whileand I found myself fascinated by her descriptions of the gardens she'dvisited and photographed and the characters she'd met while doing so.She had a wedding ring on and I asked how her husband dealt with all. " Good night Alexia. Sweet dreams."She turned to go to the bedroom and shut the door. *The next morning Etan woke to the smell of a delicious meal cooking. Curious to see what was going on, he put on his robe and walked down the hall to the kitchen. As he got closer, he could smell bacon and eggs being cooked and the sweet sounds of a woman singing softly to herself. He rounded the corner just in time to see Alexia, with her back to him, cooking at the stove. She was wearing the same short. I half laughed, half groaned as I walked over to two characters stood to my right. One was tall, muscle-bound, and smiling arrogantly. His greatsword was hefted over his shoulder and his garish blue cape was frozen mid dramatic flow. The first character I had made, and the one I had first beat the story with. He… Um…. What was his name?“Holy shit… Shows how much of an impression you left.” Still, it was nice to see him again. Then I turned to the second. Oh dear… This was the one I feared most.. She knows how he feels. Her father didn’t consider her until she went back in time and let him fuck her brains out ... three times! And here is the exact situation in reverse. She can pay it forward, in a way. She can take him into her bed and force her future self to see him sexually. She can send a few naughty visions directly to her older self. Surely the old girl needs some excitement. Rory shakes her head harshly. What the hell am I thinking? I have Daddy! Yet, she feels Far’s pain. “Are.