By the time it was around 8 PM and a little dark. I was started moving my hand over her hand, I can feel her sensation, she gives very wacky looks but...did not resist, it gives me confidence at the same time good feeling. I rolled my other hand over her back and put on the west (kamar). One hand was on her west and another one was on her hand. It was an awesome feeling.Slowly I moved my hand over her belly where the small baby was getting developed and her belly very smooth feel like go kiss. .Wild fluctuations of famished, ruinous mist energy burst from the tunnel leading to the second Savage Cave. Those fluctuations traveled for kilometers, alerting savages, reclusive cultivators and of course, Hagen, Mes and Zax.As the fluctuation grew stronger, closer to the first Savage Cave, from their hideout, Zax and Mes caught glimpses at savage and reclusive cultivators, alike, running away from the mountain area of the first Savage Cave.Hagen, on the contrary, paid no attention to anyone. There was no suggestion of anything odd, he was just an ordinary guy in an ordinary pub and I certainly didn't fancy him. Anyway we went back to his place, a small flat in town. He poured me a drink and said that he was going to get changed out of his office clothes. I sat and watch telly and we chatted through the rooms. The door was behind me so I heard him come back in. But I didn't see him until he stepped in front of me. Wow, I my jaw dropped. Standing in front of me was not the guy I came. No! Whatever was going on was much more insidious than some cosmic joke, being punked, or a family surprise.The face that had stared back at me from the mirror had been my face – but NOT my face. I mean it was my face, alright; but it was my smooth, teenaged, full head of sandy blonde hair face. Not my dry and wrinkled, sixty-six-year-old, almost bald face. That, and that alone, had started my panic and resulting mad dash out into the cave.As I stood there, I realized I was cold in places that.