She was 10 feet away. I rubbed my cock as if I was just adjusting my junk. I lingered a bit longer than I needed too and her hand moved down her thigh... a little move. It was barely perceptible. But there was no mistaking the gesture. I unzipped my pants and my now hardening cock fell out into the shadows and fresh air. She shuttered. Sitting up a little better to get a clear view. Her hand went to her panties. The situation was moving along fast. Then some people piled out of the club's back. As they got intothe car, he turned to Lauren and asked, "What is happening? Are you somekind of which, casting a spell or something"? He also noticed that hisvoice sounded a little softer and a bit more lilting,"No Dan, I am not a witch. I am what you would call a facilitator. Let'sstop in this lounge where we can talk for awhile."VI:Lauren and Dan sat down with a glass of wine, and Lauren began to explainwhat it is she does. "What I do is I help people become what they weretruly meant to be.. And I went out to find a man like that. I went out a few times alone to some gay bars which was a totally new experience for me. I got comfortable the second or third time and around six months after I began my quest I finally met someone who fit the profile. I saw him across the room and walked up to him immediately and said hi and soon we were talking and flirting. Ten minutes later we were in a taxi and heading back to my place. I won’t get into all the sexual details and that’s not what. I was aching for action. It wasn't allthat easy to sleep--especially since I had chosen the palace lawn for myresting spot. I was nearly there.***I arose at first light. My purple glow was as strong as I had ever seenit. This was the day! *Oh God, would you help me?* That brought on thethought, *Darn it all, now they've got me doing it too!* For it had beena heartfelt communication toward a God I was beginning to think mightreally be there.The exterior of the palace was a virtual kaleidoscope.