"That is exactly what this is; 'What if'." W-what do you mean?" The idea of talking to some disembodied voice does not, strangely enough, bother you n...arly as much as the voice itself."Simply put, this is the thought space. This is where thoughts become reality. Whatever you think here can and will become your new reality. However, you can not simply create reality the way you want it. There are certain...rules that must be followed." What kind of rules exactly?" To be honest, there is but one. "Oh yes," Koney replied, "It hurts a lot right now. In fact, sitting will probably be an uncomfortable task until well after toady’s classes are finished. She rubbed her ass again then said, "We better get ready to go in soon, or we will both be paying a visit together to daddy's chamber."The two girlfriends began packing up the unfinished and forgotten Kalah game, placing the gem-like stones in the draw stringed leather pouch hanging from Koney's belt. Calypso picked up and folded the game. ‘How could you be so stupid? Surely you must have realised that you wouldn’t get away with it?’ ‘I got away with it before,’ he surprised me with. ‘But I never actually got round to making a date with the other girls.’ ‘What,’ I responded, raising my voice somewhat. ‘Are you telling me that you’ve sent my photo to other girls, pretending it was you.’ ‘Yes Sam,’ he admitted limply. ‘Five or six of them, but I never made a date with the others, and now I’m in a real pickle aren’t I?’ Bloody hell!. She had had men before, human and elven, but none, nothing had been like this, ever. Fear made a brief sally but was washed away in a torrent of passion and need. The need for this essence. The need for this Man. Her Man. Her Lord. Her Love. An eternity later, his pulsing subsided and her femininity rested, content that this male member was deeply embedded and that its seed had been delivered strong and true. The fire inside her calmed to a steady glow. Miloena’s breathing gradually came back.