As you can read in its thoughts, it is only now beginning to suspect that the survivors and encampment were a simple illusion we placed in their minds..." thought the Magistrate. Their voice sounded higher. A female of the species?"You're not speaking, yet I can hear you," said Pike."You will note the confusion as it reads our thought transmissions," the Magistrate thought. Vessels on the side of its head pulsated.Pike replied, "All right then, telepathy. You can read my mind. I can read yours.. She had tried two or three times to get the attention of her companion by stroking his back, but he didn’t seem interested. What a waste, I thought, such a pity! And then she had a gesture that I will never forget. Picking up her bottle of water, she splashed a few drops onto her tummy, gently spreading the water with her fingertips. And in the next moment, she opened her legs further, and carefully poured some water onto the mound above her slit. With her fingers she massaged the water all. I was terrified. I was scared. I thought of what might have happened if the pilot had been killed and the plane crashed right in town, or even the school. I was mystified and hypnotized by my own fear. This fear only increased as flight 93 did crash in the middle of nowhere. It hit in some place called Shanksville, Pennsylvania, which, even though it?s at least 4 hours away, I felt that it was still far too close to home. At ten thirty, I watched as the second tower, the north tower, the first. This night had been full of new and strange emotions for him too. He had seen his beloved young mistress in a new light. They had been together ever since he was a puppy, and she was all he knew and loved. They had romped and played together; he had lain in her doorway as she slept, ready to protect her from whatever danger that might present itself. They had curled up together in sleep; he had licked her face in his happiness, and she had thrown her arms around him with the little laugh he.