The silk material draped nicely over her generous breasts. She pulled down the sun visor and checked her face in the small mirror. She ran a comb thro...gh her hair and pulled her bangs into place."You look great, Mom," complimented Chris. She really did - in her mid-thirties, Heather was a knockout."Thanks, honey," she said, dropping her comb into her purse."I wish you didn't have to go on this trip," said Chris as he reached across and rested his hand on his mother's thigh. He slid his hand. "I'm going to try to get into Gina's dreamscape tonight," Cassie said in a hollow voice.Jason paused. "Are you sure you want to do that?" I have to if I'm going to help her. Stephanie begged me to stop this from happening again." But aren't you worried that--" Jason, I'm terrified!" Cassie cried. Jason stopped typing. "I-I'm absolutely frightened out of my wits that I'll get into her mind and never get back out if Mann discovers me."Jason stared at the Book on the floor. The eye seemed to stare. Then i touched ehr butts with my hand and she noticed that it is happening not accidently so she came a little far away from me but after couple of minutes i again came closer and repeated that and finally she sat on the floor infront of monitor on a small table and i was instructing her to practise few dos commonds. i am still on the bed and she is on the floor…i then close my left foto near to her butts and attached there. this time her voice tone changed a little and she was totally confused. Most of them were native Africans, but there were also several Asian-looking women and two or three whites. Their bodies were all heavily oiled and they were walking in a very stylized way. Their hands were held open and palm down as they brought their arms up in a waving motion, almost like a snake, until they were straight out from their shoulders. Then the wave was repeated as the hand came back down to waist level while the other arm snaked its way up.They were walking– or perhaps slowly.