"Secrets. Ghosts. Hmm. Ah-hah! I know. Dead people confide in you like that guy on TV. What's the name of the show? I remember. Crossing Over."Denise ...roaned inwardly. She should have realized Colleen would turn the serious subject into a light-hearted discussion. "No, although my ghost talks to me, and he isn't dead. He takes what he calls flights of consciousness and visits me from time to time, leaving his body wherever it is during his visit." Interesting. Different." Colleen squeezed. Nedra laughed "but of course there are males here, my little sweet one, men are also creatures of deep sensuality and needful of learning this to go on and achieve greatness. Many of the women here will go on to become great courtesans of their day, others will become Queens and rulers of kingdoms, others will sway the powers of many lands and worlds of the past and future, this Nedra knows and teaches them to seek their full sensual potential. Now my sweet one it is time for you to return to. I reached over and laced my fingers through his. ‘Thank you. For your honesty.’ I felt his smile in the dark. ‘Eleanor—’ ‘You can call me Nora, if you like. It’s what everyone at home calls me.’ ‘Nora. Norrraaaa,’ he teased, rolling the r’s and making me giggle. ‘I like it. It suits you.’ ‘You were saying?’ ‘Well, I would like to try something. I could still please you, but I wouldn’t have to hurt you. And I was hoping that you would…agree?’ I hesitated. I had no inkling of what he could mean,. ” The slim chance of spending time in his company was too great to miss. “In a little while then, that would be very kind of you.” He finished his tea. Michelle dumped her apron and without a word to Mrs Giles, left the teashop, never to return. They spent the afternoon, after he had found that Mr Lincombe’s family had pulled up stakes and left town, walking around the park, with its duck infested lake. Talking and getting to know one another, relating their lives..