His hand reached to her face, brushing the hair away from her eyes so he could see their blueness. His hand moved to her cheek and brushed it softly. ...��It’s okay,’ he whispered as he leaned toward her. Her eyes closed as his lips touched hers and she moaned softly into his mouth. While only moments before she was in that place between sleep and wakefulness, she was now alert to her every sensation. She felt his kiss not just on her lips, but across her skin. Her whole body awakened more each. She joined her group and I did mine. During dinner she peaked to each other every now and then. And she joined me during campfire. I introduced her to the guys and the guys got introduced to her group. Around midnight we were instructed to say our goodnights and go to our tents. We kissed each other passionately.Alice: “goodnight sweety”Me: “goodnight”As I was in my tent I replied the day. The castle in particular off course. I fell asleep with the biggest smile imaginable. But alice had other. The head of Cypres Records, Sylvain Dutronc was a thin be speckled man with a ponytail and an absolute music fanatic. In his early forties Dutronc had grown up around music, his uncle being the legendary French troubadour Jacques Dutronc. Sylvain it turned out was a huge fan of American blues music, particularly Blues from the Mississippi Delta and had been so impressed with my performance of 'The Mill' when he'd seen me in London that he'd decided to sign me. It was a fairly straightforward. ”At my raised eyebrow, he smiled. “Consider this. Chameleons we already know change body form, and most times mass. Where does that extra mass go, or come from during change? We know at least one male that becomes female. Is his sperm still fertile? Can she have children? We just do not know. However, let me ask you this. Have you ever tried to sleep in this form?”I shook my head, and he smiled again. “Please try it tonight. One thing we have discovered, not a single Chameleon can sleep in.