’ ‘Reading minds is rude you know.’ Star Dust shrugged. ‘First, I did not read your mind. I read your aura. It is no different from when you s...e someone’s expression and react accordingly. Second, as rude as it is considered to read minds you are asking me to corrupt the mind of someone who has done no wrong to me. A much greater sin. Finally I want to make certain you understand what we will be doing here.’ Ken sat up turning towards Star Dust. ‘I know exactly what I’m doing. She dumped me on. But if so, why did this all seem so…..familiar? "Been having fun, Brit?" The red-faced man smiled. "You’re looking well. Much better than the last time we met." The man made no motion toward Britney, and simply stood with his hands in his coat pockets. Britney, meanwhile, had stopped sobbing and stood transfixed. "I…know you…? How do I know you?" "I’m surprised you don’t remember. Most people’s memories usually snap back to them as soon as they see me." The man walk over to a chair at his side. Another time she was laying out back wearing a bikini top that was really straining to hold those huge tits in and a pair of really tight ,really short shorts.I watched as she walked across the patio, tits bouncing,ass cheeks hanging out and jigglng. When she faced me I could see the outline of her pussy digging into her shorts. Man is it big.I also saw her wearing a nite shirt one morning, of course low cut,went down to mid thigh and tight.Tits jiggling, ass jiggling, her tummy pulling it. Oh, Eric. Look at me, please?"He raised his head up blinking his tears out, and looked at me with a puppy- dog look in his eyes. My empathic abilities kicked in automatically, and in seconds I felt the strength of his feelings towards me.When his friends at school began harassing him for being gay, Eric held on to his experience with me to help him through the emotional grief. While his dad did help him a lot, Eric's loneliness magnified his feelings for me. I had become his hero, perhaps even.