She then beganlacing the pair of hot pink leather thigh high lace up boots with the 6inch heels on me, as she was doing so all I could think was how l...cky Iwas she didn't use those ones with the pointed toes... wait lucky... whatwas I thinking.. How was it lucky to be laced into a pair of high heels?She had really messed up my mind to make me think I was lucky to bewearing 6 inch heels. When she got to the top of the laces she used twomore of her locks, one on each boot in the lace holes,. "Has John condoms?" I don't think so. We were supposed to spend every night in a Youth Hostel and they keep the sexes separate." Do you feel you would like to have sex with John?" Sandra blushed deeply. "I guess the answer is, yes, but you're not sure and a little afraid." Her little smile gave the answer. "I don't think David brought condoms either because he knows I'm on the pill. Whatever you do, don't have sex without them. It would be more than a little disastrous for you to go home. She then moves on to memes,which she argues are analogous to genes but consist solely of information.After presenting many examples, she makes her central point: that just asthe human body is a vehicle for the transmission of genes from onegeneration to the next, so the 'self' is a construct to aid the survival ofmemes."We do not expect you to take this on trust," she concedes. "But there aresome mental exercises you can perform that may help you to see the self forwhat it is: nothing more than. We are formed from pure creation energy, and that makes us very sensitive to all forms of magic. Gold is soothing. It absorbs stray magic, acting like a small magical battery, it insulates us from the tiny natural fluctuations in the magic field that covers the world. It’s like sleeping in the country instead of the city. The country isn’t quiet, and the night is still filled with noise, but it’s the noise of crickets, birds, and the occasional animal. Not the blaring of a siren, or the crack.