What mean?’‘It means I want nothing more than to be with you, all the time. I will do anything to protect you, to help you, to make your life bett...r. I give myself to you, freely. I give myself as your mate. You know what a mate is?’‘Yes, mate. But love more? More than making young?’‘Yes, my big boy. Definitely more than mating, more than just sex. Love is you and me. Like this, quiet, understanding each other. Content to be just with each other. Comfortable when we are just quiet. Not saying,. I had already been planning this, so at the convention I arranged to have a wood screen similar to what JD had shipped here from a guy I met at the con that made them. My side had all the important tables needed, and the table was an old dining table I had found at a thrift store for a good price. It was dark wood, a real gothic look to the woodwork, and sat eight people. Six of the chairs were typical armless chairs but with nice cushions. The one however at the end had arms, and almost looked. "So, will I be your statue tonight?" "Tonight? No. It'll take a few hours to encase you in plaster. And you need to be able to hold the pose while the plaster dries for several more hours. We can do it tomorrow, okay?" "Okay," she said with disappointment in her voice. "Oh, and we have one more important detail to work out." "Oh? What?" "Once you're engulfed with tubes in your nose and mouth, you won't be able to communicate. We need some mechanism for you to let me know. The tingling was going all through me, and Istood for a long moment enrapt by how I felt.Then, suddenly a wave of anxiety came over me. Nervous and dizzy, I satback down on my bed. Maybe it's stage freight, I thought. Even thoughI'd been living at home as a girl for the past month, had been to themall, the salon, and even to lunch with mom at the deli, this party waslike the real deal, my big performance, and several people I knew fromschool would be there. What were they going to think of.