She responded. Then she wanted to hear another of my sordid fantasies about her.For the record, the fantasies are not really sordid. They are fantasie..., fueled by the beauty of her inherent nature, a beauty that comes through so clearly in her words. Call me crazy, but the biggest turn-on for me is a woman’s mind and her soul. When I am making love to a woman, I am not making love to her body parts – they are just a conduit for physical contact. No, I am making love to who that woman is, what. She now appeared happy to see me this way.But I noticed something else: a bracelet on her wrist. I swore it glowedat the moment she went from surprised to pleased.But at that moment, my mind was flooded with strange memories. Thememories that suggested I'd known Yvonne for ages. I was finding myselfremembering meeting her at college, being the best of friends. But wait,we were closer than that. We were in love!"Are you ready for your new outerwear Rachel?" asked Yvonne."Yes my love," I replied,. As I pushed open the school doors, I immediately realized that something was wrong. The halls were empty. My eyes went squinty with suspicion. There was no way I was late. I glanced at my watch to make sure and I was right on time. Was it "daylight savings" time or some shit like that? I thought that was in March or something. Hmmm. I walked down the halls toward the office. I hated being in there because of the mental trauma suffered at the hand of Lecter while inside, but I had to get to the. He ruffled her hair as she lay down, moving to kiss her forehead. ‘I’ll be back in a few.’ Madi watched him disappear into the bathroom, and listened to the rushing water. A shower, of course, he hadn’t taken one yet today. She sighed contently, curling up with a pillow and closing her eyes. She was surprised when he returned, still fully dressed. He pressed his lips to her temple, whispering beside her ear, ‘are you still awake?’ She half-opened her eyes, looking up to him as she nodded. He.