." I woke in a small padded space, not much larger than my own body, there was no light to see by so I explored my surroundings and myself entirely by... touch." "I found I could remember almost nothing, not my own name, not my parents or siblings, only two things were still known to me; 1: I was a woman; and 2: I was a Necromancess, a practitioner of the magic of life, death, and spirits. I knew that this was my profession, but none of the rituals and sorcery that should have gone with it. She was wearing a dark blue two-piece -- it would be a reach to call it a bikini, but not all that big a reach. After lunch most of them started up the side canyon, Karin included, still wearing her swimsuit. Al made no secret of his bad leg, a remnant of Vietnam, and for once Scooter decided to stay back and keep him company. They found a shady spot in some tamarisks; Scooter offered him a beer from a drag bag; he took her up on it. She really wanted to talk about how he was feeling but didn't. Oh my god!" Mark began to sob."She got more'n that," boasted Patrick. "I fucked her all ways. Fucked her tight hairless cunt, her tits, her face. Filled the little slut's belly with cum. She couldn't get enough of me. I spent the whole afternoon with the horny little bitch. Tonight I'm gonna..."Patrick rambled on describing, in minute detail, every perverse act he had performed on the helpless young woman, and every sexual ordeal he intended to inflict on her, that night, and every night she. On the one hand, it was great because it really sped things up, but on the other, I was a little saddened because, well ... it sped things up, and Christine and I – and Jamie of course – really enjoyed the creative process. We also discovered that Jamie was correct: not only were the other girls not strong enough to trigger a quickening with Christine, but it was even worse if she was with them, because – as she had suggested – she actually took energy away from process rather than contributing.