Moving up to the thighs, I divided the large muscle on both as she moaned her approval. Next, I placed the heated stones , lining them on both legs al... the way to her lower buttocks. Lord– those things are hot ! I purposely avoided her shapely cheeks, moving instead to the head of the table.. I stood facing her and massaged the neck and shoulders, moving down to work her shoulder blades.. Oiling my hands, I checked each disc, all the way to the L-4 right on the tail bone. I moved down and. Lets eat on the patio Lauren suggested, I thought it might be getting a bit chilly outside, but I figured she would have a reason. Lauren grabbed some pizza and we went outside and sat at our picnic table. We were both quiet at first, just eating and relaxing but I had questions I wanted to ask, like what had happened between her and Alex this afternoon. Lauren kept looking over my shoulder, a frown running across her face. I turned around to see what she was looking at but I couldnt see. The bullets lost momentum withina few centimeters in front of me and came to a dead stop just as theytouched my arm. I felt energized again and needed to release it soon.From the corner of my eye , I saw a motion and turned my head slightly.My dad came up to me with a murderous glare in his eyes. He was going tohit me with his bare fist. I could have absorbed it, but I still had torelease the energy from the bullets, so I just gave him a jolt ofelectricity and he went down like he'd been hit. “Are you scared, babe?” (There was that word, again.)“I’ve never been blindfolded.”“Are you scared?” he asked again.“Maybe? A little?”“Do you trust me, Lauren?”“I do.”“Do you trust me unconditionally?”“I do.” Her answers became softer.“I would never hurt you.”“I know.”Jason sat down on the edge of the bed, maybe four feet from Lauren, still dressed as he was at dinner -- slacks, shirt, jacket -- except for the tie.“Lauren, if I were standing in front of you, what would I be doing? Don’t answer..