”“Ah. Smoking, eh? What do you you smoke? A hallucinogenic plant?”“We call it Koheebe. The shamans used it first, to help them go into a tranc..., but we found it has a pleasant effect on the senses. That is why we smoke it.”John commented, “By the smell of the smoke, it is what I knew by the name of tobacco in my homeland. I presume it grows locally?”“It does. The plant has broad leaves that have to be dried to preserve them, before they can be used for smoking. Our herbalists mix the leaves. " And your very favorite, too." But I like being in your arms as well. You are so sweet, so soft and smooth. Such a delectable ear." Now I do feel your weight." Okay. Let me get the stuff ... Now you can come close again." Cocoon." Uh-huh. But other cocoons don't get to wrap up their butterflies every night. Once out, she's gone." Pfft. I'm no butterfly." Mostly you are by day. You flit around and gather your nectar or whatever the butterfly equivalents are. You do accomplish a lot, but it's. Zipping them up she turned towards the full-length mirror to check herself out."He doesn't have a chance." She said giggling.As she fastened her Kirkpatrick collar she smiled. She remembered the night he gave it to her and how proud she was to wear it. She had been so nervous and he had been so wonderful. After one last look in the mirror she picked up the telephone."Can I have a cab to 1624 Paradise Pines please?"She hung up the phone and ran down the stairs to wait outside. She didn't want. I was impressed. I replied, “Not at all. Make yourself to home.”With that she walked over to my bed and sat on the mattress as we exchanged small talk and I got my first taste of our local street gossip.Of the nine homes on our street I was the only single male among eight single females. Every one of them was divorced. I on the other hand had never been married. Also there were no children either. That alone amazed me.By the time I had finished filling my closet, my chest of drawers, and.