Her arms ached with strain, and the pain in her shoulders was more than she thought she could bear. Her legs kicked reflexively for a moment, her feet...instinctively searching for support, but there was no support, and the movement only added to the torment of her position, so she let her legs hang limp. She recalled the last instruction: "Hang there. And wait." And she hung there. As if she could not! Hung there, helpless and straining, her body taut, in terrible pain. And she waited.. I thought, thrilled. She's naked! I am in her bedroom and my mother is naked on the bed. Trembling, I approached and sat in my spot at her side where I could reach her with both hands. I'd just run warm water on them so when they first touched her, she didn't jump.Slowly, I started the tickle. She knew the routine now, and almost in anticipation of the lovely sensations my touches were about to bring her, she began to respond vocally at once. My fingers tantalized the surface of her skin. I did. .. well, in that picture Riley is 10 years younger than me.”Hannah laughed. “Of course, duh. That doesn’t tell me anything!”I glanced at the clock. “Um, it’s probably about time for me to head back to Boston, so maybe you guys can talk about this without me?”“You chicken,” Hannah said lightly.“Hey now,” I said, “no need for name-calling. Especially to the guy who bought you pizza and illegal beer.”“You’re right, you’re right,” she said, holding her hands up in surrender. “I guess I shouldn’t be. Don’t try to listen for the words, just feel the moment.”It all felt strange to me. I had, of course, heard of meditation, but I had always thought of it as some sort of New Age mumbo-jumbo. Jacienthe was so sincere that I felt myself wanting to be with her, understand her, help her, and I discovered that I was losing myself in the silence, inhaling Jacienthe’s sweet scent.It was with quite a start that Jacienthe grasped my hands, and I opened my eyes. It was almost as if I had been asleep,.