I closed my eyes. I jumped. I could feel his hand on my body. He had a bar of soap and was washing me, first my belly, then my breasts; he soaped thos... very well. He let his hand slide down my body. He had the bar of soap and he was scrubbing into my pubic area. Then the moment of truth happened. His hand slid between my legs. He was washing my pussy. For the first time in 18 years, he was touching my pussy. I should have stopped it, but I said nothing. I opened my legs wider. The bar of soap. Words come easily. A glass of wine and a black dress. Crowded.Feeling the closeness of the man. His lips at her ear, fingertips on her backbone, his thigh pushing in, his muscles moving and tightening underneath. So close.A tingling, a letting go, anticipation.The beautiful man. Beautiful and full of need. Searching eyes, nervous laughter, limbs that cannot stop twitching.Drawn to her: the ideal, the archetype, the femme fatale, the goddess. Again and again, searching for perfection.A senseless. I do not know how the enemy did this, but the reports I have confirm at least fifty of the craft were under enemy control.”“Thank you, Adept Vrok. I will be in contact once this is over.”Crnnch signed off thinking furiously. This was a very unexpected development. The enemy had normally simply killed any of the Yr’ch creations who had disturbed them, not taken them over and used them ... as far as he was aware.“I must go to Pock,” he finally announced. “Unfortunately the method I use will not. . Goddamnit, why don't YOU call her? You know her better than me. Didn't youleave with her at that McGill conference in Montreal couple years back?You were a shit, you know, you KNEW I liked her..." Not important!" hollered Nick, waving his arms, "Irrelevant! Trivial!We may all be dead in a year! Don't you think that takesPRECEDENCE????"---The lecture hall was crammed, the room loud with the din of competingvoices. David gazed around the hall. All the heavies were inattendance, Weinberg,.