Soon she was unable to control herself, as she writhed and shuddered under his touch, her hips bucking wildly against his fingers. His sealed her lips... with his own, and she whimpered against his mouth, fingers clawing where he held her wrists, when another finger joined its mate inside of her, as he continued to work them furiously in and out of her. He cut off the kiss and she moaned as he withdrew his fingers from her now dripping pussy. She watched him intently as he brought his fingers to. Before, she always walked down the aisle, toward him, but this dream was different. Her feet couldn't move, she couldn't walk down that aisle. She looked down at the aisle, at her smiling husband, and watched him, as he blew her a kiss, and said, "It's okay. I love you, I always will, but it's time for you to move on. He's a good man...you deserve so much more than what you have now." "Michael..." was out of her mouth, in a whisper, and she closed her eyes against the tears that were. That what I love about art, there is always more to do. Still drying my hands I walk over to Eliot's mess of papers of the table. Usually he writes in his study, but now I see that he is editing, massive amounts of text annotated with a red biro. I try and read in between his scribbles but I can't make head or tail of anything this far through a plot, so I abandon the task. I hang the hand towel on the Aga rail and leave the clean flagstone kitchen just in time to see Eliot going up the stairs. ” He shrugged. “Even when she was doing really, really, really spooky stuff. It just emerges from nothing.”Mal reached up to rub his jaw with one of his feet. “It has to be some kind of a quantum effect – entanglement without contact. The same miracle that powers the Quantum Forge, but imprinted on a human being.” He shook his head. “Jesus Christ.”“This is all very interesting, but it doesn’t tell us if we can trust her,” Meetra muttered.“We could check her story,” Rossk said, spinning on his.