"Questio vesica, venatio vesica, offensio vesica," I whispered over and over, letting a gentle stream of that energy, carefully and precisely sculpted...by my words, will and intentions, gently flow into my knife.I felt the intricate pattern of energy I wove gradually take shape until it quite abruptly snapped into being and set firmly into place within the blade. A slight wave of dizziness hit me then, rewarding me for my efforts and warning me of my weakened state.Fortunately, it passed quickly. I didn't know how to deal with a feisty outgoing girl likeSheila and now she was calmly suggesting that I turn myself into agirl, get a job and live happily ever after!Sheila grabbed my hand and said. 'Look Tony, as the song says I thinkthat you can do it, if you really try. I will help you. We have a fewdays to get things right. Lets go to my apartment and try to see if Ican turn you into the ideal secretary.''What about your boyfriend Steve, won't he be there?''No he's on call at the hospital. The called themselves Arkansas. Duh! That makes sense doesn't it?The next day, I told them I wanted to talk about something. After we got together, I told them what Ona and I had discussed. I then told them what had happened to me in the only way I could explain it to them. I told them that the spirits had sent me here from the place where I lived, and I was now looking for a family, so that I would not be alone. I told them that I could not find a woman to love and care for me where I was. He blew on her clit, teased it, caressed it. Her pussy encased his tongue over and over. She shivered. A wave of heat was born of his tongue and crept over her body, taking her higher. She was on fire. She came. He laughed, thrust his tongue into her pussy, and drank deep of her warm honey. He suckled her clit again, and again she trembled. Fire raced through her body, and she came, liquid streaming out, wetting his knees and the furs below. He drank deep again. Once more. His tongue on her.