”Then, he maneuvers me down into plow position, with my legs piked over my head, and slides my panties off my ankles.“Somehow, I don’t think you...��re interested in helping me stretch…” I grumble, as he modifies my pose again.“Squeeze your abs,” he says in answer. “Now, spread your legs…”I giggle.“Shh! Stay focused.”“I’m trying to!” I protest, “But my perverted trainer keeps taking off my clothes and feeling me up!”He laughs and adjusts my position slightly, reminding me to keep my core strong. Some kind of forcefield ... HAL/Ricky said 'forcefield' was as far as any earth language or concept we had could go ... but it was a much bigger deal and there wasn't any sense in trying to explain it ... humans didn't have the math or science. We've been conditioned to think in three dimensions and that limits us.Anyway, time isn't the forth dimension ... it's way up there in the experimental range. Time seems to be one of the problems with our planet. Time waits for no one. isn't a concept in. Sadly it would never happen.On the overnight from Milan, I lay in my compartment listening to the train sounds and thought about Cecilia. Had she meant what she said about me coming to the "Castello?" Suddenly I was in a panic. What the hell was the name of that place? Castle something in Tuscany near some smaller town and Siena. I knew there were a lot of castles in Italy and probably dozens in Tuscany. I got out of my comfortable birth and scribbled all I remembered about our conversation in. On the nights that she wasn't out with other guys she was with meEveryone wondered why one of the most popular girls in the school spent so much time with me. Several of her girl friends even asked her what she saw, "In that dork." Mary never did give any of her friends the answer to that question and once I asked her why. "If I told them about your special talent baby I'd have to fight them all to keep them away from you." Is that all I am to you — a mouth?" Why baby, isn't it enough? Isn't.