."Her eyes became sad and distant as her words trailed away into silence."I wish..."Christine interrupted her friend."Meg, you must have faith. All wi...l be well between you and Raoul. I just know it. You must believe in love and it will not forsake you. If it were not for my Papa's promise to me, well, who knows? I most likely would not be in the happy situation I now find myself. I would be alone and lonely, so have faith, where there is life, there is hope." I hope you are right. Maman spoke. Now the final command is FLOAT, not FLY. Flying, is not what I did at all, I just floated. For me, this is an example of how I would float, say towards the top of a high-rise building. I would think FLOAT UP 1000 FEET. Now distance was not important or accurate, it was a judgment that gave my powers an idea of where I wanted to be. Once I was high enough and was above the roof. I would look at a spot where I wanted to land and think FLOAT TOWARDS, while concentrating on that spot. I could also. When I was a kid, say from the age 9 or so, I was turned-on almost constantly.It was as if my whole body were a sexual organ receptive to sensual stimulation.Freud called this "polymorphous perversity," and I was (and am) certainly aPerv. 1) PINK BELLY My earliest sexual memories revolve around innocent childhood sadomasochism--andsadomasochism is the prevailing theme of this story. In my neighborhood onLong Island we engaged in a practice known as 'pink belly'. Oddly enough, forall my years of. She looks at my mom and sister, ?Jennifer, June nice seeing you, you want a late meal or just a cup of coffee?? She then looks at me and her hostess smile disappears from her face. In an instant she has taken in my entire presentation from open toed shoes to my drop earrings and says, ?This can?t be the same John that my daughter is head over heals in love with and engaged to be married??I try my smile again, ?It?s an Halloween costume,? I lamely say.?Oh sure,? she replies, ?and the female.