Quickly she left the café and by co-incidence, she bumped into him accidentally on purpose. He turned quickly and instantly recognised the beauty in ...front of him. She chatted for a few minutes trying not to be too forward and when he eventually suggested they go for a coffee, she replied saying she was on her way home, and after a short pause added he could have a coffee at hers if he wanted.Back at her place he settled on the sofa and drank the coffee, Gillian for her part was suitably dressed. Most every woman has enough of the Power within her to command and force her will on men. A few women have much more of the Power. And woe to any man who offends, or, heaven forbid, actually injures a woman. And double woe to rapists.Rapists. A few men still get the urge to physically assault women, or even to... to force sex upon them. These men somehow manage to find victims. There are still a very few women out there either deficient in the Power or lacking in the will to use it. But the. “No.” I whispered, kissing her gently one last time. I watched her drive away, wishing I could go. It would’ve made me happy to stay buried in the sweetness of her desire for days at a time. But, in the end, I had to return to the real world. I walked back into the motel lobby, not quite as happy as I’d been just moments ago. “Hey baby.” the door guy called. Without even looking at him, I flipped him the bird. Fucking perv.With thoughts of Honey dancing in my head, I returned to my room. I knew. I couldn't believe my little girl was almost 18. As I sat down to eat, I tried to get my mind off Ashley, and picked up the book I’ve been reading, Lolita, a book about a young girl and an older man who fall in love and run away together. It was a story of a passionate love, if not a misguided one. Maybe that’s why I’ve been thinking of Ashley so much in that way, I silently think to myself. I don’t get more than a few pages into it before Ashley interrupts me. “Is that Lolita?” she asks me..