We had both moved on, I guess.One day, I was watching the evening news and a commercial came on for another steampunk party put on by the same people....Only this time it was going to be held on an old refurbished train instead of a hotel conference room.The commercial said the first part of the party would be in the Santa Fe train station, then those that wanted to could board the train and go for a three-hour ride to Albuquerque and back.At first, I brushed it off, but the more I thought about. When I do an action, you will feel it. Your emotions distilled through your experiences will go directly to me, thanks to the devotion and connection we have. We register the tiniest of movements and emotions in connection to one another.”He continued, “I am there for my sub. For you. I give everything to you, whatever you desire. My energy, my thoughts, my strengths. Everything that I am is because of you,” he said matter of factly. “I receive your devotion, your servitude, your love. I get to. Hours later Nicky has finally done the dinner and cleaned the house. so she comes back and slumps down next to me asking about the holiday."well we both need a holiday after all we have been through so i don't see why we cant go" really do you mean it Rick, can we go to the Maldives then it looks amazing there and it would be the biggest stress relief ever" ok then i guess we can book it for next week then Nicky but on one condition, when we get back you make sure you attend school every day. She pulled on a silk summer robe and made her way thru the darkness to the continuing sound. Her eye to the peephole, she saw Susan looking back at her. The door swung open, almost as if it had done it itself. “Hi,” she whispered thru her grin “Come in.” They walked slowly into the living room, both uncertain where to take this. A tingle filled Dalias’ stomach and she felt a moistening between her thighs. They both sank into the two huge chairs, their eyes never wavering from each other. Dalia.