Miss hampton hosting a reception by her garden . . . you were there . . . standing . . radiant in a blue flowing dress . . . i couldn’t believe it w...s the same victoria i’d seen before leaving for the war . . . it was shameful of me to notice how your bosom had blossomed in those years . . . but i felt such yearnings within me . . . you seemed hesitant to approach me . . . such a strong brave soldier scared of a frail young girl . . . not a frail girl any longer but a woman with the grace and. Even as deeply hypnotized as she was, Hannah could feel the shape of the trap Samantha was constructing. She understood the way Samantha was twisting her own words around, using them to make Hannah even more vulnerable and helpless to resist Samantha's hypnotic influence. But she was too deep to figure out how to untwist them. Her mind was tangled up in arousal, knotted and bound by night after night of pleasure until she could only admit that Samantha was absolutely right. "I can't.... The night train made frequent stops for local commuters, even late in the night. With each jarring bounce, Rebecca cradled her tender hand more carefully. She hugged her walking stick, now her wand, as she was bounced into and out of a restless sleep in which visions of Wesley in a vast temple plagued her.Friday, 12 August 1955, London, EnglandRebecca arrived at King’s Cross with no other intent at the surface of her mind than finding a cup of coffee. Near the busy train station, she found a. I then could take the constant whining of ‘do this or do that’, or ‘that wasn’t done etc. etc’. But how was the question, especially now that he had finally introduced himself to a woman he had been saying ‘good morning’ or ‘good afternoon’ too now for some time and she had responded.It had been on the spur of the moment that he decided to duck into the local shopping mall, it was quite early, barely anybody around and it was as he was heading for one active coffee shop that he decided to.