Her mirror image turned around rather than just jump back. Not knowing what to say she simply said "Hello!?” The woman on the other side now noticin... the same phenomena tried to get a grip on what was going on for a second then replied "hi!?". "Who are you?" Ophelia asked. "I'm Ophelia..." That cannot be, I am Ophelia"They continued to talk trying to figure out what had happened. It suddenly occurred to both of them, "The anomaly in the vessel; that must be it" our Ophelia said. They both. Once it relaxed, all of the pressure dissipated and I felt that I could move a little bit, but I waited for her to allow further penetration. She was moaning the entire time. As she struggled to catch her breath she managed to speak to me. "Oh, God. Frank, you're so big in there I feel like you are going to split me in two." "Does it hurt, darling? I can forget about this if it's too painful." "No, don't you dare stop now Frank. It hurts, but it's a different kind of pain, one that is exciting. A tall Punjabi guy took his neck out of the window and told us to hop in. He must have been in his 40s and looked like a bull. “Thank you bhayya, we were really struck over here,” mom said while we climbed into the truck in the front. “No problem madam we are here to help tourists,” he said with a wide grin.We started our journey back to the hotel when I noticed he was checking out maa throughout. He asked about ourselves and our work told us about his life too. He was used to being on the road. ’ ‘Leaving so soon, Samantha? I thought you would at least stay.’ ‘Really?’ I was shocked. There seemed to be a hint of disappointment in his voice. Was he really asking me to stay? ‘Of course. It’s really nice to have someone to talk to on a regular basis. I enjoy our conversations.’ ‘Me, too,’ I replied with more liveliness than needed. It was probably obvious but I didn’t care that much. I really didn’t want to leave the room. I ended up standing there awkwardly though, not really sure what.