My hand tightens on her arm and I pull her into the room, maintaining the gentle pressure of the kiss, as I close the door behind us. When we're alone...together I let go of her arm and pull her close to me. She deepens the kiss, opening her lips with my tongue exploring her mouth. Her mind whirls. She has never been kissed so thoroughly before. Her body is throbbing and burning under my touch. My hands start exploring her, sliding down her back and cupping her ass, then pulling her tight against. Language drift is especially common with trendy words, or those where the variations are subtle. For example, in all the dimensions encountered so far in my autobiography, Americans use "Mom", but across the entire W-Dimension most Americas use "Mum", and some dimensions even favor "Mam". When my 'immigrant' minds were speaking, they would occasionally use a word or phrase 'incorrectly' for the current dimension, causing a small amount of confusion. It was never more than a momentary nuisance,. “I know, the whole place is stuck in a by-gone era.” Then he leaned closer, “I don’t know how you felt but I got quite excited thinking about the punishment thing in front of everyone.” Before I could agree Rebecca and Judy came up and joined us and Nick went off to check his room. Rebecca leaned over, “Judy just told me she’d like to see Nick being caned so she could see his willy!” “I did not,” said Judy, “I, er, I said I’d like to see his body because he looks strong.” It seemed a. .. if you could see your way clear to forgive her those stupid remarks. You know this one time,” she said. I stared at her kind of coldly, but she was now my wife, and she did have the keys to my heart instead of to my cell.“Anna, I guess, okay. Just don’t get all mushy about it and expect a lot of overt enthusiasm on my part. This thing, that you’re asking of me, will be kind of a long-term work in progress. Twenty-five years behind bars was one hell of a work in progress and being asked to.