. I felt the world fading... drifting... I was told to openmy eyes and look at the ceiling. I did so. Something was on my hed now,earphones were being...attached. Voices saying something about methods tomake the basic neural patterns malleable... these words meant nothingto me... I just looked as the pulsing grew larger... larger... slowlydrawing me in...It became a door... I was walking through it. I was naked... the othergirls were with me. Suddenly we were on a beach, wearing bikinis... wefelt. Her drop-dead looks and round, healthy woman's body would indeed be fun. The deal hung on what Rob said next. "Nothing between you and me, right?" Nothing. This is Pam's fantasy. No homo stuff."Back at the house I got a shower and jumped on the motorcycle. Another fifteen minutes and I was across town. I walked to their front door peeling leather off. Didn't even need to knock, Pam opened the door. Tight blue jeans and a cotton blouse. Her tits were equal to the heavy duty bra she wore. Their. Have you tried to write more"intimate" stories?(Eddie) I've never been very good at it. I've been asked to on more than oneoccasion, maybe in the future. I tend to have so many ideas that I like bigcasts to play with and transform!(Sapphire) And you do it VERY WELL!(Eddie) But I tried in the novel I'm working on.(Carrie_g) Eddie, how important was it to be taken under Sapphire's wingwhen you started out?(Eddie) It was vital. In a way it was big for my own ego, that someone likedmy stuff enough. Thisoffice only opened in November, and the short winter days were already bringingforth an early dusk. Here and now, in early February, things are little better.Although the place is quite ordinary, my solitary perambulations and contemplationspopulate it with a black and fearsome past. The "Walk" itself is unremarkable,a length of paved thoroughfare, the Thames wall on one side, and a huge Georgianedifice on the other, bristling with architectural features that I couldn'teven begin to.