He came up in front of her. His hands floating behind her. One move and she would be pressed against him, her legs tangled with his as they struggled ...o keep them both afloat. His tongue moved over her neck swiftly. She tasted of chlorine and something else. Something that was uniquely her. She propelled her arms to take her back, out of his grasp. She laughed in surprise and secret delight when he grabbed her ankle pulling her to him. Pressed against him, she tread her arms as he tread his. In that space was a small box. It was about the size of a cigar box and was covered in what looked like some kind of writing. It was not any language he recognized though. The box was very ornate with beautiful designs embossed on it. He couldn't tell what it was made of except to say it was some kind of metal or possibly ceramic. He picked up the box and left the cave, heading back to the cabin.When he arrived at the cabin he examined the box more carefully. There didn't seem to be any latch. She grew to look forward to Bastian's visits with great eagerness not proper for a ruler like herself.She didn't realize it then, but looking back now she knew she had been falling in love with him.But then Bastian's visits started becoming less frequent, he didn't look at Fantasia with the same wonder as he did before.He didn't seem to have time to tell her tales of the human world anymore, and his outlook on life seemed a lot darker.She feared she was losing him then, losing him as Fantasia. I had seen enough TV to know what I was supposed to do, so put the tube by the line and snorted it up my nose. The sensation went through my nose into my brain and I almost screamed. My entire body felt a warmth that I couldn’t explain.“Again Puta.”So, I did it a second time with a similar effect. I began to understand the strength of this white powder as my body began to react to the effects of it. Tank walked over and did a line and said. “That will do fine. When do you want me to pick up the.