I felt the tape carefully removed and my eye lids opened by a pair of fingers in latex gloves. When my eyes adjusted to the bright light I found I was...staring at a white ceiling. I couldn’t look around. A pleasant face appeared in my line of sight. ‘Ok dearie, I’m going to shine a light in your eyes and see if we can get a reaction. So if you want to show us anything, now is the time.’ The second female voice asked, ‘Any reactions?’ ‘At first I thought I might have seen something, but I can’t. Psyche's blue eyes flared with fury. "I'm NOT a stripper any more," she raged inside.She spun and kicked, her leather boot connecting with the brute's jaw. Bones crunched. He bellowed in pain. Still spinning, she focused her mind and a shimmering mist manifested in the shape of a dagger in her hand. She plunged the weapon into Hyde's chest.When the blade sank into his flesh the psychic energy transformed into radiating tentacles of ice. Hyde froze in place, his rage flash-frozen in. I leant down and planted my lips against hers and she responded immediately, pushing her tongue into my mouth, snaking it round mine. I nearly passed out."Don't stop there." she said quietly and we moved round until I was almost on top of her. We kissed again, only this time with enough passion to set fire to what we were draped across. When we parted (more to breathe than anything else), she pushed me off, got up and led me out of the living room and into the bedroom."We'll be a bit more. I approach. "Your glass looks seemingly empty - can I interest you in another drink?". A gentle nod - indicating shyness yet an urge to start a conversation - "two martini's please". I sit close and she smiles and begins to play with her hair, before leaning in and asking if I was also a student. We continued talking for some time before we both come to the conclusion that the club is overcrowded and neither of us should be there.On the walk back to campus she opens her bag and passes me a.