I leaned in close to his ear and said “really”. I sensed that he was somehow more adept at speaking without words and letting his energy come thr...ugh that way. That was fine with me. Intuitively, I knew that we could speak to each other with our energy rather than our words. That’s what the mind/body/spirit connection was all about and why making love with all three parts connected could be amazing. (Although I only knew this from reading about it. I’ve not had that connection with anyone. I welcome comments and feedback from anyone who takes the time to read this.You can contact me via e-mail at: [email protected] Time Book 4: The Main EventChapter 1: Jeanne's IndoctrinationBarocca and Jeanne strolled from the beach, through the perimeter doors of the Island complex, and then through the deserted hallways and corridors until they were safely back in Barocca's quarters. Barocca held her finger to her lips for silence as they entered the corridors. Thanks to her earlier. Having seen the best of both worlds, it is, in my professionalopinion, totally weird that girls are the ones wearing skirts insteadof guys. Pants are great, but when you need to make room for a greatbig dick, skirts are totally the way to go.We made our way out of the shoe store. When we had entered that store,Evan was standing shorter than me. When we left, we were standing eyeto eye. Not that I was looking at his eyes, of course, not with theway his long, silky legs were looking. We had. "I am responding to a sexy girl, not a guy. But, you... you dress like a girl, and get turned on by a guy. You are the only queer here, Karen." His words hit me like a slap in the face. What he said was true. I felt on the verge of crying. "Well, will you admit it? Are you a queer?" "I..." my face burned and my heart was beating wildly, "I...guess...that I am, if you put it that way." "Is there another way to put it, Karen?" Stan was gently caressing my cheek as he said.