Anddespite his distance from the real, he found himself enjoying it. Thepulsing sensation, and something building within. An eroticism he hadnever f...lt in his previous being. And some minutes passed of this, abuilding pleasure that brought an ache to Jon that could not be filledby the dream.And wait, a previous being? But this wasn't real, was it. Somehow,through sheer will, his eyes were forced open and slanted toward thecorner mirror of his room, and a glimpse - only a glimpse -. We can talk without having to lower our voices or worry about passers by." He grinned, "Anne, that was one heck of a bombshell you dropped on us in the pub. On the other hand, all three of us have been thinking of something similar, you just articulated it first. So you have the floor!"Anne stood and took a mock curtsey. "Thank you, thank you!" she said, sitting down."Right. I've been reading up on some of this. What we're talking about is a polyamorous relationship — one where all three of us. Mum smiled wanly, "You must bring him, or her, over to Scarborough verysoon," she said. "If the two of you are going to be partners, the soonerwe all get to know each other the better." This generosity was too muchand I let go a real crying jag - much to the embarrassment of otherdiners! Mum took me by the shoulders and led me, crying, away to theladies cloakroom. There she helped me to dry my tears and freshen up."I'm afraid your mascara has run" she said with a smile. "Here let mehelp you",. DeMarcus came down and led me into the kitchen, and then had me sit on a stool at the island in there for hours. He never touched me, but the look he gave me frightened me more than anything he could have done to me physically. When he left the kitchen, I was alone except for when one of his men would come in to get something to eat or drink. None of them spoke to me, but they all gave me looks that I can only describe as contemptuous pity. I could tell that everyone was busy planning.