I read it. I read his instructions. The throb turns to aching, sharp pangs. My nipples are already hard. My breath is quick.I rush to my bedroom. ...I dig out the tripod, check the battery in my camera, place it at the foot of my bed. I aim and focus it on where I know I will be. I turn it off to save power and get dressed.No panties allowed, I slip on my fishnets, the crotchless one. I pull on my black boots, the ones that go up to my knees. I shimmy into my latex skirt, feels so snug. Usually, perhaps, they weren't talking about following a stranger off a train in the hope of a good fuck, but if ever there was a moment to regret seizing: this was it.Decision made, Andy shot up from his seat. Maybe not the best move. Fuck! That hurt! His shin had banged on the table leg. He grabbed his coat and limped as fast as he could along the aisle, squeezing past the same travellers as Sensitive Girl had passed moments ago but with considerably less grace and a complete lack of. Her breathing was shallow, and she seemed dazed and out of it. It was backlash. When the spell she cast had failed so miserably, the energy she had used had snapped back upon her. Joe held his mom. He was angry, but he didn't want her hurt. He didn't want her to die.Almost in response to his desires, Julie took a deep breath. Joe saw the color return to her cheeks and, somehow, Joe knew she'd be okay. He helped her up and set her on the couch. She was still out of it, and too weak to do much,. ‘Can I borrow your stethoscope?’ Michael looked a little baffled but dipped his hands into the pocket of his labcoat and fished out the instrument without asking any questions. He would be observing them from outside anyway. Aidan closed the door behind him and moved towards the bed, his heart thumping painfully in his chest. When he got a good look at her his heart gave a little lurch. Looking at her, you wouldn’t think that she had just narrowly escaped with her life. There was nothing to.