Those wonderful hands are helping me remove my cloak. I look into his eyes and I can see centuries of love and loss. I wonder what has hurt him so bad...y that he has that look in his eyes. As if he could read my mind again he laughs and I smile shyly, wondering for the first time if I should have followed him from the ale house. But those hands&hellip,. Those beautiful hands that held mine for too short a time&hellip, large enough to span my entire back with one hand, strong enough to hold three. "Fuck that psychic bitch. I came into this body to get laid and that's what I'm gonna do. No more fucking with my head. I'm the one in control." She got up to leave but before doing so turned back to the bartender."Thanks for the talk. You're actually quite good at you're job after all. If you weren't so male I may have even considered taking you home tonight. Anyhow I've gotta go find a girl but I need to freshen up a bit first. Where's the bathroom?"The barman pointed round the side of the. Some part of my brain heard Mia laughing, but I couldn't pull my focus away from the milk.Mia then placed her fingertip on one of the bigger droplets, spreading it around her nipple. She squeezed some more milk and repeated the process until her entire aureola was glistening with the white stuff. And then, without her even touching it, another drop of milk emerged from her nipple. I watched as it touched the rest of the milk and seemed to vanish in the rest of the shining liquid.I felt my jaw. .." But you don't know your vetches from your witch hazels," interrupted Ben.Christopher sucked in his cheeks and tried to look hurt."Aw," said Tina. "Poor little boy. Mummy kiss better." She promptly did so to laughter from the parents."Monkey," retorted Christopher, hugged her to him and kissed the top of her head."Well, I'd better start throwing some lunch together before this great expedition," said Sarah."I'll give you a hand," offered Tina jumping to her feet."Thank you, dear.".