Step 10:All color seemed to sink into the boy's form. He seemed like a line drawing on a container of pink fog.Consciousness flowed into Angie Traygor...s mind. Step 11:The details of the boy faded from the pink fog on the chair.Angie gasped as the colored areas of her body became clothing and hair, distinct things from her body. Step 12:Color faded from the air column until it was just a shimmering above an empty chair.Angie's mind was filled with the memories of an entire life. Step 13:The boy. I could go on and on come to think of it but that was the interesting thing about the contrast in our bodies and why it was so stimulating for us to be so exposed around each other. And it very definitely explained why Tim liked us naked or exposed as much as possible.But, I digress … Helen came out with her mug of coffee and almost plopped down onto one of the chairs between us. She sipped at the coffee and seemed to be focused on nothing. But she was deep in thought about something. I looked. Righting it I push it in again but still no go. A second, third and fourth try didn’t fair any better. As much as I didn’t want to bother my husband I was in no shape to be standing out there in the hallway either. So I tapped on the door until he woke and let me in. I put my hand on his chest and pushed my way in, having been asleep the room was dark as a pit. I fumbled my way to the restroom to undress, not bothering to pick my things up nor even turn the light on. I made my way to the bed. "I'm sorry I ran off so suddenly the other day", she said haltingly. "It's just that..." I cut her off with a smile and told her I felt it too. She sat down next to me and we started to get to know each other. When it was time to go we stared at each other for a moment, then..suddenly she reached out and pulled me in for a deep, passionate kiss. And she left. It was like minutes before I regained my composure enough to realize that Tara was out of sight, and I had forgotten to get her number.I.