”“Years ago we talked about your problem with trying to avoid hurting people. Remember what caused that?”I nodded, “Yes. By trying to avoid hu...rting you, I hurt you worse than if I’d just been straight with you from the beginning.”“And that makes sense to you. So why is the concept from your book so difficult to grasp?”“Because I’m fucking sick and tired of being hurt!” I said forcefully.“Didn’t you once tell me about something you said to Becky after Birgit died? About life being. With that, he slammed the spirit staff against the ground. The crystalat the top of the staff suddenly flared with a white light.Bridget tried to put up her arm to shield herself. She stumbled forwardand felt a weird tearing sensation. Abruptly lighter than normal shelooked around and saw her body sprawled on the ground."What the hell?" she said.Bridget held up her hands and realized that she could see through them.Obviously, her spirit had been separated from her body. As part of. ”I was silent as I looked up at Dirk. His smile had turned to something else; a leer and I could sense his growing lust.“Admit it!” she commanded me, “You want it.”“Yes,” I said, “I can’t help but want it.”“Do as you're told, and you can have it,” she said, “Start with his chest and lick him all the way down.”I placed my hands on Dirk’s butt and began licking his chest. I worked my way down slowly to his tummy, then just above his cock. I moved further down and began tonguing inside of his. Taking my hand, she said, "Come on. I have a reservation for Poodie's Hilltop Roadhouse in Spicewood for a half hour from now."I let myself be pulled along, trying to figure out what was happening. Clearly, I'd been hoodwinked, but I was having trouble getting upset about it. Madison looked quite nice, thank you, in black jeans tucked into what looked like new boots and a white shirt and a black hat. The way those jeans fit around her ... well, her derrière, like, they were sprayed on. Quite.