." she began, blushing fiercely, "Well... Because I..." "'This girl'..." "Um, because... this girl... ummm... has enjoyed what has happened to her... ...nd... um, her imagination is racing about what might happen in the future, Sir." "Are you turned on, Dominique?" "God yes, Sir." "How can you tell?" "My... I mean... This girl's p... pussy is wet... and this g... girl is so hot, Sir. It's so exciting t... talking like this with my hands bound, Sir." "Very good, Dominique. I hope you won't be too. I frowned and looked down at Mischa. Not that looking at her back helped. Most of what I thought was going on with her had come to me while I was watching her through the fuzz. And also some stuff that I’d noticed while I thought I was in Narnia. I had to carefully sift what was real out of all the stuff that wasn’t.I shrugged. “I don’t think so,” I said cautiously. “More likely general physical stuff. Being hit or pushed around or whatever.” I stopped and chewed my lip while I tried to put. She was immediately plunged into nothingness. She yelped with fear and then found herself falling through a void where there was no light and no sound, save for the beat of her own pulse in her head. A few moments passed and Lucy’s initial fright was replaced by the realisation that she was in the middle of some bizarre dream. Except this wasn’t like any dream she had had before. There was no detached muzziness, no feeling of being a disembodied spectator. This was like real life. The colours. I probably made a fool of myself that day, struck by her deep, blue eyes into a dumb silence, but I recovered, eventually, and even made a good enough impression for her to exchange numbers with me.We became fast friends. Talking to her during the day, sending little digital messages back and forth that straddled the line of propriety, it made my heart race in a way that it hadn’t since the divorce, adding a sorely needed bit of spice to the taste of everyday life. Just seeing that I had a new.