..” said Inez.Nick frowned, “Why? I thought you wanted to know everything about the Stone family.”“I do,” said Inez. “But, I don’t keep ...secrets.”“Everybody keeps some secrets,” Nick pointed out.“Okay. I keep some secrets, but I have a big graph of the Stone family in my head and the way my brain works, when I’m traversing that graph, I don’t remember what’s supposed to be secret and what isn’t. I just follow it until I reach a terminus or I figure out people aren’t listening anymore,” said. Now she had the choice the Valley or the Ibu. The Ibu she knew well a race of dominant males who for a century had raged intermittent war on the Fallon (her people) to fall into their hands would be certain death, or worse still a life as a slave to some Ibu male. The Valley was a place of mystery for the last century none had been know to enter the valley. Not Ibu or Fallon. It was a place of religious significance to both cultures. History records that none that entered here have ever. A few blocks, past a theater, a coffee shop, a bookstore, and then right down a side street that matched the name written on my card. Numbers passed me until I found the tall brick apartment building I wanted. I let myself into the lobby and climbed two flights of stairs to the third floor. I found the door. With more boldness than I was used to experiencing, I knocked, my guts clenching in anticipation. I waited, not hearing any noise behind it. I turned to leave, and it was only then that I. You are still leading a normal, productive, happy life as an attractive single woman. We’ve just given your life a new and happy purpose. And tell the truth… don’t you get excited seeing yourself this way?’ ‘NO! NEVER!’ ‘You’re saying you’re not even a little bit sexually excited by seeing yourself in the throes of self passion? We know better than that.’ A humming vibration started inside Bonnie’s vagina, then stopped. ‘Actually, you’re quite wet now, Bonnie. Much more so than a few minutes.