He pressed my hand against his chest again and started to slide it down his rock hard body. Oh God he was so firm and toned under my hand. I tried not...to respond but my fingers lingered as I felt his abs and he slid my hand down further. He took my face in his hand and tilted it up towards his. His eye held mine as he slid my hand under the waist band of his shorts, his calloused hand held my face and his finger pressed against my lips. His other hand now released mine and left me to find my. It also included a cheque for some money, and a dried flower which I placed in her hand, bringing a knowing smile to her face – a face I stared at, a smile I stared at: “Pai?” I asked.She turned her head towards me, a quizzical smile, and I said “Sorry, what is your name – I haven’t asked.” “My nickname is ‘Faith’” she said. She gently fondled the dried flower, clearly remembering some past circumstances, before say “He was a very dear friend long ago, and the flower is a keepsake of a time we. We could read emotions really well. I always knew how she was feeling, and she always knew how I was feeling. We could do it with our parents also. We can also tell where the other one is, no matter how far away.The location thing works with Mom and Dad also, but not as well. We could just feel it in our minds. They think we could just do the emotion thing with them sometimes; we've never told them how well we could do it with them. We didn't want to freak them out. It gets somewhat interesting. "Through the door and to the left. Empty yourself in the sanitary facilities and be back here within ten minutes."The following two rinse enemas were no big deal. He didn't have to hold them in very long, and he enjoyed the sweet feeling of inner purification they left him with."Welcome back, Mr. Victor." Mistress Domina had entered. She dismissed the nurse."We will employ a special-purpose Dilation Chair for this next stage of your treatment. Please sit down, if you will."The chair was.