"Don't worry, I won't tell now what do I call you" Kelli" I murmured,Now I think we should have a cuppaMy hands were shaking as I made us both a Coffe....I said that I was going to get changed, and he said stay like that Ithink you look so natural, and I have always had a soft spot for you.He brushed his hand across my Neck, which sent tingles down my spine, Iwas putty in his hands.I watched as he lit a cigarette and realised that this 40 year old manwas very attractive, he was suntanned and like. We think alike and have the same resonances to people – in this case with you.”She went on, “This evening – my being with you and our making love – was more than each of us just getting our rocks off ... or even wanting to please the other. We connected with each other through something even greater. Our stroking, kissing, licking, penetration, pace, and variations in position helped us explore each other in new ways beyond the physical. We honored each other and honored the creative Universe. She picked up on Melissa's emotion, and calmly said, "I need to be with you, or I won't be able to find you. I'm here to support you, and I can't do that while walking around searching for you."Melissa sighed and managed to suppress her fear; enough, at least, to continue to function. At the reception desk, they were pointed to a small room to await the Sister, who would tell them the current status.The wait seemed interminable, but was probably only about five minutes. A young woman in dark. He also had marks on the insides of both wrists: crossed roses on the left, and a unique design on the right, featuring a straight vertical line with one chevron near the bottom, closest to the palm, and three concentric hexagons on top. The design almost looked like a flower, possibly even a rose, to match the marks on his left. Both designs were colored even though they looked like brands. The roses were colored red and black, while the design was golden. Other than the brands, or tattoos,.