"Steve Zink?" she asked in a voice like music.Steve could only stare and nod."Your hopes and dreams have bent the fabric of time and space on this Uni...erse. So you have come to my attention. There is one than one Universe; there are countless thousands. Few know it but great writers like Shakespeare, Moliere, Twain, Tolkein and Eric are somewhat in touch with them. A few lesser writers travel in their dreams and bring back images that are sometimes translated into stories or even comic. As she drifted in and out of consciousness, she started talking, and suddenly, everything that had happened over the last month took on a whole new light.“I was seven or eight…”I took her right hand in mine. “You don’t have to talk, just rest, darling.”“No, no, I want you to know. Why I fell in love with you, and why I wanted to be your slave….”I had sensed that there was something more, that she had experienced something other than the usual sexual experimentation teenagers usually engage in.. She seemed happy enough at the moment, hair pulled back in a ponytail so nothing got in the way of her sweets. The wait staff had also left an impressively big can of whipped cream and Nikki sprinkled each individual bite with a dollop. She ate and ate until the birthday cake had nearly gone, Ali pecking at it here and there but the majority going into Nikkis tummy. With a final forkful and a satisfied sigh, Nikki finished the impressive cake and lay back rubbing her poor stomach (or at least. “How much did you spend in the shop, Nicole?”“About forty quid.”Belinda stooped and unzipped her bag immediately. “Let me make you an offer, Nicole. I’ll give you forty pounds if you let Rob do whatever he likes with you.”“Hold on a minute!” I exclaimed, stunned by what I was hearing.“What, here?” Nicole said, turning her head in all directions.“Right here, right now,” Belinda said. “Don’t worry, there’s no-one here.” She was back on her feet, rain dampening the notes she was holding.“Maybe we.