I saw her walking into her room and closing the door. I angled it so she can see my stroking myself and we can still make contact. She knew now that I...was stroking and getting more turned off to her than my seeing my girlfriend. She began laying down. Rubbing her nipples over her silk robe. Making her nipples poke through. Turning herself on. “It's not fair if you're the only one playing with yourself right?.. Want me to play too?” I just nodded and she smirked and gave a little laugh. She was. She shifted a little away; was it coincidence? She had given no explicit sign, but I sensed she was aware of my nearness and felt crowded. I was in an agony of suspense. If I made another move toward her she might leave altogether, then what should I do? To try to show I was merely another customer I picked a couple of books randomly off the shelf in front of me, then moved a little away from her.That her shift had not been coincidental was shown when she responded to my move away by edging. The dream dissolved as I doubled my efforts to push through the barrier between us. I was physically straining my muscles, sweating and breathing heavily, just as if I was truly pushing something very heavy up a steep incline. The sound of my blood rushing through my veins was only a gentle reminder of the intensity of telepathic energy I was generating to keep the forward momentum to my probe.Finally I was through enough to feel her mind, to touch her mind, finding it simply asleep. I just. Far in the distance, there was land.The captain barked orders, and then seemed to notice my presence. Heshouted to my guide, "????? ??? ????????. ???? ?? ??????? ??????? ??????????? ?? ????? ???? ?? ??????!"My guide took my hand, and led me back to the cabin. He made a gesturethat I interpreted as, "Stay here," and left.Being left alone allowed me to collect my thoughts. I chiding my self formy losing control over my emotions. "I'd understand if I was already onhormones, but that's not for a.