It showed a drawing that looked something like the jade monkey on my bed, though there were no actual photos."It says here," I said as I quickly read ...hrough the page, "that there are supposedly three of these things..." What?" Deanne gasped.I held up my hand for her to be quiet as I read some more. The author of the web page was apparently someone who had been doing a lot of research, mostly via stories and rumor. He also said that he'd never actually seen any actual proof that they. She felt it. It was a tiny silver ring pierced through the ring of flesh marking his circumcision. She looked in wonder up at Nelson, then at Gwen. Her aunt opened her own robe, spread her thighs wide, and revealed an identical three millimeter ring through one of her labia. Matching rings! Omigod, how romantic! And how totally erotic! A hand touched her face, her temple, her hair, pressing, guiding, insistent. With a flash, she knew what was expected of her. Her lips touched, and then slowly. Kissing her was wonderful and made me yearn for more. Was I, without realising falling in love?Over the next few months we did the usual things together, cinema, going out for dinner those evenings she wasn't performing although it was more a case of I dined and Antonia would pinch little morsels from my plate. I would go to watch her performance from time to time and became more knowledgeable of the ballet, although I had to confess to her that it wasn't really my cup of tea. I asked her once. ..overindulge. Among those not burdened by task was a man treading the narrow edge on the path of light. Ceaselessly the silent screams of the shadows would call to him. As their walk continued, he stealthily slowed his pace, falling back to the rear. As he stole up behind her, avoiding her peripheral field, he playfully tugged at the back of her shirt, whispering with an impish grin "What's your rush? Let them go on ahead, we can catch up."She looked at him without understanding, though slowed.