"It waslike a dream at first, or waking up from one. I could feel again, Icould move again, and it was so much better than even before I wasinjured." ...etter?" Yes. It was like every movement my body made it was perfectly made tomove that way. Like my body was fresh and new in every way but I alreadyknew how to use it, I was already a part of it." But did you still feel like yourself? Were you still you?" I was everything I'd ever been, Mr. Carver. I remembered every feeling,everything I'd. Use that color on me,” she said.I remembered those berries and I got one hand wet with their juice. I stroked her brain, like I was simply stroking her hair. She relaxed immediately.“Okay, that’s enough,” she said.I stopped and just looked at her. We knew each other pretty well, by now, so she knew I was waiting to hear what she’d learned. It took her a while and I saw colors of embarrassment and fear dart around her head like butterflies.“When I was a girl, I had a friend come to my house for. “I think you guys might find this a little more to your liking,” he grinned. The room was enormous, with 12 foot ceilings, a large, rounded bed bigger than a king size in the very center, with rich mahogany paneling on the walls, oil paintings in sconces around the perimeter, fresh flowers in vases situated on various antique tables and other furnishings. A baby grand piano rested on a dais in one corner. The entire opposite wall was covered by curtains which revealed floor-to-ceiling. He glanced down toward his penis. "If you think I'm lying about wanting you, consider this as proof to the contrary."She smiled at that, but only briefly. "I just don't understand why it has to be this way," she half-whined. "Especially since very little's changed since we showered together this morning." But see there's where you're wrong, Ally. A lot has changed since this morning." Ben walked back to the other half of the room and sat down on the edge of her bed. He knew he had to handle.