Monica finally said something after I’d given her a full body massage with lotion and we’d had a fantastic heart stopping love making session. ‘...our not working full time does have a few upsides. You never would have had the energy at night to do what we just did,’ she said kissing me for the hundredth time. ‘You seem to have a lot more energy and stamina, not that I’m complaining,’ reaching under the covers maybe trying to get me up again, which wasn’t going to happen. ‘You know I love you. "Well actually, I would be happy to do so, but only if Cheyenne admits that she needs me and asks me for my help," she replied with a mischievous smile. She had me, she once said I would do what I now had to do. I think that I was almost amused by this, but it hardly scratched the surface of the guilt and pain I felt over Jeannette's fate. "Okay Rebecca, would you please help us? I need you, there I said it, are you happy?" She only smiled. "Now Cheyenne, tell us of Medusa's plan," interjected. "You know, I really think you should decorate the attic and open it up to guests. You could call it " The Love Nest" or something like that. It's a very spacious room and could become very popular."Before Kelly could squash the idea, I said." I think that's a great idea. A little wallpaper to brighten it up would be all it would take to make it ready." Why don't you two talk it out. I'd be glad to help implement the idea."I grabbed Kelly by the arm and steered her to our bedroom. "So what do. Since her accidental portal into this realm of fantasy and myth, she had been tormented by the furry little shit. As a guide he sucked big time. It seemed that most of her tribulations all stemmed from some stupid error on the cat's part. One thing was for sure, if she ever got out of this mess and ever made it back to her own civilised and rational time plane, she would never go tripping on anything stronger than Aspirin. As it was, she wasn't entirely certain that this wasn't a bad trip from.