I was keenly aware ofits presence, aware of it brushing across my wet wanting lips, aware ofit laying on my mound, aware of secretly willing it down, ...down and in,down and filling every part of me.It wasn't much of a mind read, considering the circumstances, but he didslip it from its resting place, from its bed of coarse black curly hair,down between my thighs, parting my wet desperate lips with its tip,grinning at my gasp, down until the tip was at my entrance, ready tofill me.He kept it. Taking the cloth, she smiled and whispered, “None of the others give me this gift, not even when I touch them. Most don’t even get firm.”“Not even for you?”Frowning, she shook her head no.“I don’t get firm for most women, not for many years. You made me firm.”Her lips curled up into a smile. “Will you come back for another box lunch?”“Yes, if I can have you.”“You must ask for me, I am Keiko.”“Keiko, a beautiful name, I am Natsume’,” I said, leaning forward in a bow, finding my face near her. But he denied. So, the uncle brought Reshmi’s boyfriend to her house and tied him when she was home alone. He told her that if she didn’t do what he wanted, he would leak her mother’s videos.At that young age, she didn’t know what to do and undressed herself as her uncle asked her to. Reshmi was standing in front of Prabhat without her top. At that time, she didn’t have very big boobs but she had a heavenly butt.Uncle asked Reshmi to tie her legs to a table and to kneel after that. As she did. Sight is such a fundamental and rich sense that it tends to overwhelm all others. I half-closed them again and looked, without focusing, at the carpet below. Slowly, I regained my position -- halfway in the real world, and half in the spirit world.Scrying requires some sort of connection to your target. It could be physical -- like a lock of hair -- but a sharp memory could serve for small distances in time and space. I envisaged Linda Diaz, whose pretty face had been on my mind more than once.