My common sense muttered to that primitive brain that I would probably explode the instant she touched me. Good old primitive brain reasoned "so what?... "Well, then, I guess we better share," Melons giggled startling me back out of the fantasy. I stepped over to the stall, where she was already under the spray, water streaming down her hair, her back, tiny rivers forming over the curve of those melons, parting into two around each nipple. Her head was tossed back, eyes shut. There was room for. "Go ahead," she told me sensing just why I'd moved into her operating room. Then she cinched it when she said, "I know why you came over here. I don't mind."I put my arm around her waist, Tammy's Spirit's waist, that is. I still had a lot to get used to in this new state I was in, but I could feel substance. Even though most everything was shadows and mind images, I felt something.Looking into Tammy's Spirit's face, I discerned eyes and a face. I was sure it was what she was projecting to me,. ." Mais?..." Lily!" Ouais... Surtout n'en dis pas plus... J'ai compris... C?cile aurait aumoins pu t'acheter un nouveau pantalon... Il faudra que tu rendescelui-ci ? D?borah!" Euh, oui, tu crois que je peux demander ? D?borah de le garder unejourn?e de plus?... En fait, madame C?cile m'a achet? deux nouveauxcostumes, mais ils ne seront pr?ts que demain... Tu comprends? Lesretouches..." Deux costumes? De quel genre?" Ben, deux ensembles pantalon et veste... Un bleu marine et un. I blink and open my eyes to stare at the white ceiling and blue-grey walls. I can also see my navy-blue shirt sleeve that ends abruptly at the fold of my elbow where my white arm emerges to dissect the rumpled navy-blue wave my comforter creates across my chest. I push myself off my mattress with my elbows to look at my alarm clock, but something is wrong. I guess that’s an understatement, everything is wrong. I don’t get up. I’m still staring at my blue-grey wall and white ceiling. My white.