“Traveling on your own?”“With my boyfriend,” she replied hesitantly, “he’s gone to Edinburgh for the day, I’ve tried to interest him in ...istory but he’s more into cafes and nightclubs.”He seemed almost relieved and Wendy smiled. Although they had always been soul mates, she had learned over the last six weeks that they were poles apart when it came to traveling. Their trip had started in Rome and meandered on through Europe, before culminating in Scotland and here they had fought for the first. Looking over her shoulder she saw Dustin staring at her softly. Remembered pleasure was reflected in his dark eyes."How are you feeling?" he whispered softly."Sore." I can imagine." He gently rubbed his finger over her collarbone, lightly tracing the mating mark on her shoulder. She whimpered softly as pleasure sparked through her. She had no real memories of what had actually occurred during the mating ceremony. She was left with just a few hazy recollections of intense pleasure. She drew a. His mind... that only he has the combination to. Our thoughts are molded throughout our lifetime by our genes, our DNA, our childhood, our life' s experiences. If crime stoppers could someday record the thought processes of each person, like fingerprints, they would always catch their man! But that would be Big Brotherism.But think of it, there are great musicians, inventors, statesmen, athletes, artists, loose women, cannibals, serial killers. And each knows that inner sanctum in his mind. His. Now Melanie shook her head. “No, I know you like women,” she answered. She stood up and walked the short way to the bed area and took out a shoebox she’d stored under it. When she returned, Raven saw she was holding a double sided dildo and a small bottle of lube. “She didn’t like penetration.” “Wasn’t she with a man before you?” Raven asked her, lifting herself up on her elbows. She’d never used one before, having usually fucked other women with a strap-on or vice versa, but looking at it now.