'' I just pulled her closer to me to reassure her. "I'm not most people hun." She squeezed my arm. "I know you not. Do you know when I knew you wasnt...like most people." "No I dont. When did you?" I asked. "When we were at the mall and you were looking at the one piece swimsuits because you thought that I would feel more comfortable in one of them. Most guys would have gone straight to the g-string type of bikinis. And then when I kissed you in the changing room, you just hugged me and kissed. And the priest — had it been him? In the flickering light of the oil lamp I had not seen his face clearly, and I could not say for sure.I took a few deep breaths to quiet down, and then, staying where I was, I looked across the altar at the idol. It was a life-sized figure in a comfortable sitting position, made out of dark polished stone — black marble, it seemed to be, though I knew there was no such stone on this island. As I was not standing at the center of the altar I was looking at the. “I am Iratze,” the dark beauty volunteered, while enjoying some onion soup. “Hello Laura Lioness.” “Hello,” Laura said, wondering what sort of name Iratze was and whether the sisterhood media people distributed fliers with her own name on it to all those that attended her initiation. “Aren’t you going to ask?” “Ask what?” Laura said. “What my name means, and where I’m from?” “I was going to,” she said. “Sure you were. I am Basque, and my name refers to the Virgin Mary, the mom, you know.” Laura. Inside is a full length mirror. I want you to spread your legs and put your hands behind your neck and look at your body from head to toe? over and over. I want you to see what I see. A most outstandingly beautiful and desirable woman. A woman worthy of great love, and all the sex she can get. I want you to know just how truly sexy you are. Go!? Anna walked, with tits high, and confidently, toward the closet and opened the door. She faced the mirror and went into the pose I had referenced..