"The wise man accepts there are always those wiser than him," the Cohort intoned after a moment's thought. "He becomes the fool when he denies others ...hat greater wisdom."Jollis slowly smiled. "You know your path well. I am most pleased."Yonlas' lips twitched into the first smile he had felt able to express in many stretches of days. "Your words honor me." Have you a further suggestion as to where I may go to seek their wisdom?" If you are troubled, I would suggest somewhere familiar to. That would open up my heart to all kinds of memories, longings — and mostly regrets. Yet… I couldn’t wait till morning to find out. I tentatively reached out with a trembling hand. I nearly dropped the envelope when I saw the writing. Calligraphy so delicate, so purposeful, and so unique had been the ace up his sleeve. No girl could reject such beauty. I knew the letter must be from Stone.But why would he contact me now? Why, after twenty years?I ran fingers over the smooth envelope, tracing. I saw Val, who was now in my robe. She sat down next to me on the couch."I would still like you to take a photo of me. Do you think you could do that?" Don't worry. I have a swimsuit under this robe." Val told me.I just nodded my head yes then she dropped her robe. It was a cute one-piece swimsuit, with a hole exposing her belly button. I just looked at her. She let out a sigh and sat down next to me.She was silent for a few moments and without looking at me; she started to say, "I'm sorry I. In most of my stories the revelation to the hapless man of how deep a pit he's dug, or to the reader of how far the narrator has gone without apparently realizing it, is where the art is. Disclosures little by little, entrapments more and more intense.(Morgan) I enjoy the slow transform too. Do you prefer the male to be aware or unaware, partially aware of what's happening?(Vickie) Nice guy, willing to cooperate to please the woman, but altogether unaware how far she means to take him. Or why.