The person who had seen me at my very best & very worst. He had helped me celebrate so many wonderful times in my life and held me when I cried mysel... into fits of hiccups over the bad times. Something inside me knew that when I saw him today, it would be unlike any other time in our lives. I added a few drops of Chantilly (which I knew he loved) behind my ears and between my breasts and was on my way. As I pulled into Sam's driveway about fifteen minutes later, my stomach was full of. I remember the cobbled streets, the gaslit esplanades, the flint-studded churches, the winding river, and the expansive city square. I also remember the soaring modern edifices that truly scraped the sky and which reflected one on another; the multi-lane highways—sometimes slow and congested, occasionally empty and open, and most often dense with speeding sports cars—that radiated outwards in ever-widening rings from the city’s hub alongside elegant apartments, decrepit slums, shadowy lanes. Given the severity of what actually happened, she was lucky to be alive, let alone is as good a shape as she was. She came to again as Monica was explaining to the doctor, Dr. Lewis, that Cynthia did not want to stay in a hospital. ‘No! You promised! No ER. I said no ER.’ ‘Cynthia! It’s okay. I told them you were almost raped and are terrified of men right now.’ ‘No men?’ ‘That’s right, no men.’ ‘I want to go home, can I go home.’ The doctor answered, ‘It would be best if we could keep you over. Still with his penis inside her as she sat on top of him, she darted the feathers softly past his chin and down his neck. As she traced her path down his chest she slowed and circled each nipple leaving behind a faint trace of Honey Dust with each swirl. Moving lightly, slowly down towards his stomach, she reached back to the satin bag and again coated the feathers with more of the soft white powder. Arching her own neck, she traced a path down her throat, slowly and gently dusting the powder.