I hope you don’t have a concussion.”Young-Rebecca rubbed the back of her head again. “I fell through backwards? Fell through what?”Rebecca nod...ed toward the hovering oval.“Oh, crap,” the youngster moaned. “I remember now. I didn’t fall—I was pushed through!”Rebecca took the teen’s hand and helped her stand. “You should know that you’re in The Hall of the Gate. In the High Palace of Norkaal.” She smiled apologetically. “What’s more important is when you are, sweetie.” She hesitated. “Did someone. At least after the changes Irequested to Alice." Eh...indeed I've never been so strong, actually..." You know, David...I'm always been attracted by strong men..." Oook, and so?" If I got your sexual preferences, regarding your...my body...did youget mine? Did you feel aroused when I lifted you up?" Whaaaat?!?!" You heard me...come on, don't lie to me! I want to understand if,once we get back to our bodies, I could...go out with you..."A big smile appears on David's face. "Are you saying that. Let's face it, you think that you're invincible when you're 15, especially about ghost stories. I mean, hell, we knew Santa was just a figment of some marketer's imagination way back in time to sell more stuff at Christmas. I had just moved from a house that was like a block from the largest cemetery in Jamestown, and I went all over that place as we scared little kids with our pranks every year. We used to dress up in rags put on a chalky face, blacken our eyes, and come out of the crypts and. This hookah was her personal prize. It only had one hose, one smoker.She pulled the airtight box from its hiding place and opened the lid. Once released, the heady aroma drifted, tickling her nose. The new batch of bud was a dark green, but the crystals were so thick it turned everything pastel. Breaking it apart just enough to smoke easy, she arranged the weed in the hookah’s bowl. Covering everything and arranging the freshly lit charcoals, she lifted the velvet covered hose and took her.