I will miss my time here, and my friends. I'll never forget the look of gratitude from Tamir, the CL- 10 Security station head, when I suggested he ke...p his post a few days ago, even though I now outrank him. It will look better on his resume if his command is unbroken, and he will be at his fifth and final gate for promotion to CL-11 next year.CL-11, I can hardly believe it for myself. My Lion rides are moving me through life so fast! Was I a naive child less than a year ago? It seems. They accept them. When I discarded shame as a central motivator I was left with quite a different dynamic than what Gabaldon described.And I was left with an even better understanding of what I'm about in my fantasies. My first three books were recordings of fantasies. That is, meditations that aroused me.In the end An Enigma became that, but in reverse order, fiction before fantasy.Readers might well decide that this story is not realistic. You'd probably be right. This is a fantasy, not a. “Help!” Miss Flanders proested as she was dragged away but there was little that I could do so I just concentrated on pleasing Miss Maitland.Quite suddenly there was a flurry of hooves rattling on the stony road and the men disappeared.“You may stop now,” Miss Maitland advised me.“Would you like me to?” I asked.“No,” she admitted, “It feels very nice, just hold me and keep me safe.”The sentiment caught me unawares and all at once my seed burst forth like a torrent to flood her most secret. Brian called and said he was in front of the store. I told him I will be there in just a few minutes. As I turned the corner, there stood Brian. Sweaty, hair all toussled, His shirt was clinging to his chest, his blue jeans tight in all the right places. Brian climbed in my car, leaned over and planted me a hot kiss, along with his hand rubbing my nipple. I told him I was horny and really want to fuck him right now. Brian was all for it, so I went around the block and pulled back behind.