” There is a slight warning tone to Your voice, and I resist any temptation to reply. An idea begins to germinate, but I force myself to crush...it. If I make You angry then I won’t be having any orgasms for a while, which would be hell considering that we will see a lot of each other this week. Midday rolls around, and I am starting to feel as if I will be driven mad by the constant state of arousal that You have kept me in. Every time I manage to get used to the intensity. "Would you like me to fix it?" he asked."You can fix it?" I asked, a little surprised."Easily." Do it. This I've gotta see."He closed his eyes, looked relaxed, even serene, and suddenly the pain in my toe disappeared. I thought he'd open his eyes, but he didn't, not for a few more seconds."There," he said. "All better." Amazing!" Amazing is the ideal word for what you do. Do you know other telepaths?"I chuckled. "I know some phonies who think they're telepaths, but none of them can even. I liked to color it though because my hair always looked boring to me and I had some blue in it, just to match my skirt. I liked to wear it loose, just below my shoulders and I was thinking of getting a French curl or something, but those were expensive. My eyes are blue, but not like my skirt, unfortunately. They're darker than that, and big and round like I'm always surprised at life. I don't like my eyes. I like my mouth though, since it's sort of small and pouting. I have lips like Angelina. To break the ice, I asked as we got in the truck I if Aunt Gail would please turn the heat down outside as it was just a little too hot around here. Well that broke the ice right away as she started laughing complete with tears, an Airport cop came by and told her we had to move. She had got some control back, until she looked at me and started all over again. “Curt this is just Texas; you put on the heat along with the rest of your clothes every day, each morning.” Aunt Gail said.After a few.