UnlikeBilly Pilgrim, theirs is a fate more akin to eternal recurrence.Fate, for sure, had intended more for them. The timeline was diverted andthe tw...o were paying the price: Amy for her stubborn obstinance; John forhis arrogance.For her stubborn behavior, Amy was dealt a hand similar to that ofSisyphus. She was placed upon life's treadmill: forever struggling tomake ends meet; forever struggling to find her way in the world. Ever-seeking her true path, never finding it. Perpetually confused. This again caused me to wonder just how extensive their mental link was, and how much of it was I able to perceive? After recovering some both Sisters cuddled up to me."Thank you!" Almha whispered to me with her voice before adding, "That was so wonderful! I never felt that good before." Fortunately, I had remembered to set the privacy spell and the noise suppression spell after the evening meal. We were soon all asleep after this.Airmid woke me before dawn wanting her turn. She was just as. With this insight, I got bolder and told her that I would like to see my wife enjoying herself with another man, a stranger, and particularly with a “kramathu kattan” (rustic villager). I told her that these “kattan’s” had nice long and dark ones (it was my imagination, at least I hoped so). And I would love to see one of those things inside my wife. She did not say a word of protest our was shy to hear such talk from her husband, which indicated a seal of approval for me, to proceed. I told. It felt very strange but very relaxing to be dressed in theseclothes. How odd I looked with my female body, clothes and face butmale hair but this did not last for long. I sat down once more in thechair, this time with my back to the mirror, while Sandra produced along blonde wig from a box. She instructed me to hold the soft fringeon my forehead while she slipped the cap over my head where it fittedsnugly. Then, after she had brushed out the wig so that it fell aroundmy face, she stood back.