" Sheila, you and Michael... I... last night was wonderful." It was just as wonderful for us." Do you know about the necklace?" Jan asked, fingering i...t."Yes, and what it represents." I want to wear it for both of you, Sheila. Until last night I'd never even considered being with another woman. Now I feel as if I..." Belong to both of us?" Yes. Each of you individually and together have given me everything I've ever wanted. The sex is wonderful, of course, but I feel so secure, so..." Accepted?". It isn't just a matter of learning another language. She transmits, I assume, concepts. At least that's what it seems like to me, pictures and occasionally feelings. Sometimes, it's clear as a bell what she means, other times, it's almost like you had somehow cut a number of pictures into small pieces, then put them into one large picture, totally jumbled. But instead of just pictures, I'm talking about concepts, as well. I think she's learning to convert her thoughts into pictures more. Little did he know that here was something waiting for him. it was by chance that he found himself in Chicago that summer. A friend had invited him to come visit for a few days. Though the windy city was a new experience for him, he still carried himself down the streets with the same confidence and self-assuredness he always had. One evening,while at one of the numerous bars in town, a stunning blonde made her way over to the bar and ordered a drink. He had seen many fine women since his. He came in and out of consciousness several more times each time it wasbrief, each time he felt weird or different. When he finally came awakehe had to blink a bit. He had no idea where he was. He was lying on arather ratty mattress that was sitting on a stone floor. To one side waswhat looked like a trough, there was a small hole in one corner of theroom that looked like it was a crude toilet. He shuddered a bit andnoticed how different his body was. First was the massive weight on.