They were in their 30s and had been visiting the island for years. I'd remembered their names as Yan the man and Christie shared my name. Yan and I sa... on the balcony and had a stimulating conversation about music. He was solid muscular with Japanese style tattoos and the trade mark blonde hair blue eyes. We sat on the balcony and Yan told me about places he'd travelled to. Cambodia, Thailand, Turkey, south America, Brazil amd he met Christie living in Amsterdam. I told him about tje Scottish. The shivers, the goosebumps, the way we felt just lying next to each other, skin touching, drinking, talking. The way your pussy got so wet when you got excited about that book you’ve just read. The intensity of our lovemaking afterwards. That’s what I mean. Put that into your writing. Write something personal. Something about you — the whole you. Not just the thoughts and the logic and the objectives. Not the passion of an issue, or sexuality — although you know, I really wouldn’t mind — ‘ I. Looking in the mirror, even after a close examination, he had created a fully passable pussy between my legs. The lips looked moist and swollen as if I were some permanently horny whore.As I stood there amazed, I was given another zap and then whirled around. Master stood there with some new breast forms, ones that looked lifelike and appeared to have some kind of small metal on the end that would adhere to my chest. He once again took his time applying the glue to my chest, then methodically. ”It could only hope that Solus and the rest of the Inheritors did not travel to this world, and those like it for conquest of all creation was their goal. The mere fact there was more than they knew existed was quite worrisome. The fact there were powerful beings that possessed weaknesses to magik and the supernatural does not help. However, this world had a fallen angel in Hell that could help battle Mephistopheles. So, deals with him would not be as numerous.UNKNOWN BASE OF A BEYONDERWatching.