And the same experience was extended and enhanced which seemed not possible given the heights I’d already been taken to in previous love making. Thi... was indeed different and compellingly addictive. I never wanted to return to life as it was.[Example of breeching the realm from my reality to theirs]I somehow didn’t find it frightening because I knew I was integral in their passion and the nature of it was somehow so familiar to me. It was true what Lilly had said, that I would become. The poor thing never did fully fit into our conventional household and the entire neighborhood was on her shit list from the very first day of our fostering her into womanhood. Her teenage years were filled with one escapade after another and my wife was the first to admit that she was a difficult row to hoe and still manage to keep a straight line.It was Hyacinth that had picked the tiny little darling out from a listless line-up at the orphanage. I was somewhat noncommittal about the entire. Bunni hadn’t even noticed there was a doorway when they first arrived; it was secluded in a dark corner, just an archway really, no door. But it was so dimly lit on the other you could not see until almost inside exactly what was beyond the arch.As they walked through and Bunni’s eyes adjusted to the dim light she could count five other couples waiting around the edge of the small, dark, round room. They were kissing, stoking, playing. Each woman was dressed in a similar style, wearing a. Two kinds of rice flours are used here. Jyoshinko is made from regular Japanese rice and Shirotomako from sweet or glutinous rice flour, mixed with a little corn starch or potato starch. The combination apparently makes a dumpling that is chewy and bouncy but not too sticky. Sounds good.I was writing about Rob being here when I heard someone coming downstairs. It was Dad. I said "good morning," finished my email and logged out. He was starting coffee."Want anything?" he asked."Cereal and milk,".