She obeyed. I went and stood in front of her. “Remove this” I pointed towards the Jatti, I am wearing.“Oh, No sir”“Do it,”She turned her f...ce to her left and lifted both her hands to the top line of my jatti.“You have to look here Ass”. I held both her cheeks with both my hands and turned her head towards me.With lot of pressure, she turned her head towards my hip, which is located straight in front of her face. I didn’t let her go off my hands. Instead slowly pulled her face near to my crotch,. And yet there was no jolt, no jarring of movement, nothing but a sudden sense of arrival. Curtains drew aside and let yet more light spill into the wooden chamber we stood in – the walls themselves decorated with geometric patterns and elegant whirls and whorls of carved wood – and I stepped forward into the city of Quintarra proper.To call the elven tree-city beautiful would be accurate. So, too, would be to use the words ‘terrifying’ and ‘alien.’ There was not a single building that I could. I’d been everything from Tarzan to Robert Redford. Come on, this all happened a few years ago, before all these youngsters on the films today were even out of nappies. If it hadn’t been so long ago, I doubt I would be able to talk about it now. Shit, it did my head in for a good few years. Let’s start at the beginning. I met Jo (Josephine) on a blind date. I hadn’t been living in town that long at the time and some guy – Reg, his name was, I think – at work asked me to go on a double date with. Anyway, patch left art school and we hadn't talked for a while after until "the serious event" happened. I was happy to find out that patch went back to another school which was a few blocks from mine. She had finished a degree in psychology and was already doing the whole therapy thing. She offered me a reduced rate when I would cone over to her home for sessions (or I'd cook), and we'd be hunky-dory. I was just really happy to be able to see my friend again.Since I've been able to see her for.