I had to get away, move somewhere else and either escape the need to take Tom inside me or at least prevent Chris from watching. I pulled Tom up from ...below and kissed him deeply: tasting my own juices and wicked desires on his mouth. Moving towards his ear, I told him to take me to bed. He smiled and replied with something quite shocking: “I’m so proud of you!” he gushed and with that he took me by the hand and led me towards out bedroom door. To my surprise, Chris followed us into the bedroom. She was reading a lot, trying to find some psychological answers to her behavior. She discovered some psychology books about the female archetypes and started more and more to analyze her own psyche, identifying her needs and a part of her self with the goddess Aphrodite.A few months later, I was resting at home during a week day. I had been abroad for a couple of weeks and in the few phone calls we had exchanged, I had felt more than a physical distance between us. Looking for some paper to. I would feel less exposed. Iwas feeling exposed without them and how would the pantyhose cope with mytoilet and bathing needs? And what about having sex? They would have tocome off then wouldn't they?I rolled them back on.I instantly felt more comfortable and more relaxed.. I had stoppedfighting and surrendered the lower half of my body to my feminine side.All my life I had been frightened of my inner femininity, my anima."Thank you. You won't regret it, Christine, or should I say now you. When the ship passed through the Suez Canal, Susan clapped her hands in delight at the sight of a camel caravan plodding along the far bank. Her face was beginning to turn a golden brown from hours spent on deck with her head buried in medical reference books. David, on the other hand, spent hours in his cabin reading and re-reading the mortar manual, until each aspect of its function was memorised. One night, as the ship crossed the Arabian Sea they were standing on the stern looking at the.