Wow! They'd told me she was a babe, but I hadn't given the concept adequate consideration. She was wearing a conservative business suit, but the skirt... was short and form-fitting and the legs were -- oh, shit! The legs were fantastic!She was the kind of woman who, when she walks into a room, makes the head of every guy's penis do that little involuntary twitch, just because you've made eye-contact. The kind where you try to introduce yourself, but you momentarily forget your own name.I'm going. Did you and Pearl arrive at your closeness in a similar fashion?" No, Pearl has just been with me long enough that the soul-diver tricks which allow me to share her eyes have become more of an open road between us than is usual these days. They say the old Spirit Masters used to have that kind of bond, but our society does not look too kindly upon such as them these days either."I wondered if this was an opening, an offer to share secrets. Eru certainly seemed to see me as more than a curious. I put on a flannel shirt without a bra, clean panties, and the tight jeans I had on that morning. I looked in the mirror while I brushed my hair. The loose fitting flannel shirt covered the fact that I was not wearing a bra.Down in the family room I found Bobby asleep on the couch. I was about to wake him when the phone rang. He did not stir so I answered it. It was mommy and she asked what we had done all day. I told her about the waffles and the snowman. I told her about the snowball. I relaxed a little. That would have been very interesting.I settled into the armchair, imagining what could have happened. Wouldshe have become a dishy Indian man with jet black hair and gorgeouseyes... or would she have turned into Geoff?I could picture Geoff quite clearly but of course I'd only ever seen himin the mirror. I tried to alter that image to imagine him here in theroom with me now. I closed my eyes to make it easier. I pictured himstanding by the window but with Sangeeta inside of.