. )Perhaps she was not sure what it was. As she stared, she recalled her dreams. She could almost feel phantom hands sliding down her sides, or cuppin...g her breasts, or teasing her folds.You're a sexual being, Gina.Gina's eyes grew sultry.It's perfectly normal to explore your sexuality.Gina lifted a hand to her breast and played with her nipple.Take any opportunity, Gina. Any opportunity at all. No need to be shy about it.Her other hand slid between her thighs. It was only when thick steam. Your extremeuniqueness belies the fact that you are a living functional magical itemwith the expressed capability, nay purpose of tapping into this magicalenergy reserve like nothing else can. That being said, in the process ofdoing that tapping you are opening it to every magical item and creaturefor them to exploit it.We also have reason to believe that it opens up pathways to several otherplanes of existence. You cannot imagine how much potential chaos,destruction and death was caused by. I was left in charge of my life and my husband, but somehow I was dissatisfied with my lot. I slept with a few men but I was discontented with them. I needed more. I needed Monique.Monique’s Need.----------------------------Well Monique and I kept well in touch. In fact we met about once every couple of weeks as we relived that first tense meal that we had all those months ago. She was responsible for the changes that took place in my wardrobe. That leather dress was still a favourite of mine,. At the end of the class, I could see he was thinking about asking me about it, but I managed to slip out, leaving his questioning look unanswered.I realised I was going to have to be a bit more careful about showing my knowledge and intellectual skills – assuming I was marooned in this world, which seemed increasingly likely.On the number 7 (hooray) bus trip home, I worried at my situation. This world was almost the same as mine but there were Col and the family living in what had been his.