But when men told the story, they remembered it wrong. They foolishly thought it was an oil lamp. The true lamp is the one above the entrance.”“An...d if I rub it, will a spirit come?” I asked, giggling at the idea.“It will,” she said seriously. “You cannot see it, but you will feel its power filling your body. Try it.”I was suddenly shy. “Now?”“Do not fear. This is part of the wise-woman’s craft. Watch me.”She threw off her dress without hesitation, and I was surprised to see that she wore no. She could do a one-and-a-half inward and barely make a splash. She could swim the butterfly for 1000 meters. Tall, thin, tanned and buff for a fourteen-year-old. The only indication she was not a woman was her small breasts. In a paper thin Lycra one-piece, her long nipples looked like bulls-eyes in the middle of some grapefruit sized bumps. Stepping out of the pool, the suit was practically transparent. Jenn was a little concerned about the one-piece, but apparently most of the girls were. I’m not sure if I was just nervous, or if the cold was getting to my naked skin.As I waited, I pulled on my restraints, despairing as they tightened. At least they were cloth; rope would be cutting into my skin by now.I was concentrating on holding my arms and legs still (in the hope that my bonds would magically loosen and set me free) when I heard the sound of a door swinging open to my left. The little slither of light on the floor had turned into a tall rectangle of glaring yellow light. I. She stood at the entrance to the kitchen, alternating her glances between the roses and Kyle.“These are the most beautiful flowers I have ever seen,” she said. “Why are you giving them to me? What’s the occasion?”Kyle took the vase from her hands and placed it on the counter. He then held her in his arms as he told her, “There will never be a need for a special occasion to justify giving flowers to a woman I care about.”“What are these roses called? They’re breathtaking!” she said.Kyle took one.