" He took his cock out of my twat, got off me and stepped onto the floor. He took a deep breath and walked in a circle for a minute. He looked at me. ...It is not really your fault or mine. I just wanted to have sex with someone that wanted to be with me. You've been physically and emotionally distant since the move. I don't know what else to say besides Amanda loves to blow me too." I leaned up. "So, you are saying it is my fault? Just because I'm away socializing and buying clothes, that is. She quickly asked what happened. Even before I finished telling her, she volunteered to help in any way she could. After all, I had a mystery to solve. She said she loved mysteries. Real life ones even more.I was soon to find out that Spirits connecting and the other half of the equation, the real body and mind, being connected to the Spirit and communicating with them are two different things. Minds as we all know, have a mind of their own. That sounds very redundant and repetitive but as I. It is not, either, that my heart is less touched by him than any other; that would be a schoolgirl's reason, which I consider quite beneath me. I actually love no one, sir; you know it, do you not? I do not then see why, without real necessity, I should encumber my life with a perpetual companion. Has not some sage said, 'Nothing too much'? and another, 'I carry all my effects with me'? I have been taught these two aphorisms in Latin and in Greek; one is, I believe, from Phaedrus, and the other. I quietly got up and went into the kitchen to make coffee. Mom was there. “Mom? What are you doing here, don’t you have work today?” I asked. “No, honey, I took the week off to be here for you”, said Mom.“That’s really not necessary mommy, I’m fine, I promise you”, I said.“I know baby, but still, I want to be here if you need anything”, said Mom in a loving voice.“Mommy –well, there is something that you could do, maybe. If you’re up for it, that is”, I said.“Anything honey, what is it?”.