"...This is what excites me, what arouses me. This is what it means to be my woman, and you can be my woman…" I said while reaching down to grab one...of her legs, "You can accept it and be my partner, owning this house, or I can chain you up in the basement and just make you my slave. The choice is yours. Now, I'm going to lift your leg, and I'm going to fuck you again."Amanda erupted in heartfelt crying yet again, but she didn't try to stop me at all, letting me bring her leg up, my hand behind. "On the inside, it's really like a house." I mumbled on, trying to salvage what last shred of maturity I had remaining. "There's a big workshop right behind this room, and a great kitchen, bedrooms, everything. There's even a deck off the kitchen and master-bedroom with a heated spa. It's great to sit out and have breakfast and watch the sun rise." Oh, I'll bet." She said with a little roll of her eyes as if now it were me trying to seduce her.Then she giggled a little girlish giggle and came. "But I can't tell for certain..." Then Summer noticed her reflection in the mirror, and was able to compare her size to other objects. "Holy cow, I am back to normal! This is more like it!" "How'd you do that, Summer?" "All I was doing was thinking about how badly I wished I was back to my normal height, and thinking about Skye, and other things back home that I missed. I concentrated real hard, and then 'poof', I changed." "You did that in less than a minute. That's incredible. I wonder. Suddenly, again in the present time, I could only wonder: how could it be that a woman whose body was covered by a dress that exposed so little flesh — the top of her full bosom, her neck, her throat, her hands, her wrists — could seem so much more erotic than the virtually nude posturing of the slatterns who constitute what passes for modern eroticism?Knowing there was no rational answer to my question, my mind retreated again to the past.I smiled at her. First because her beauty was naturally.