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| There Ain't No Justice |
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- Metamorph -
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Chapter 01
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by Arifel
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The LAW OF SYNCHRONICITY: Two or more events happening at the same
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time are likely to have more in common
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than the merely temporal. Very few events
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ever happen in isolation from other
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events. There is no such thing as a mere
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coincidence.
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The Laws of Magic
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Excerpted from `Authentic Thaumaturgy'
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by P.E.I Bonewits
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I
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i knew, somehow, what was going to happen; the evening before i first
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met her, on a whim, i sorted my videotape collection. i put all of the
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silly titles (my twelve hours of Warner Brothers cartoons, Monty Python,
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Red Dwarf, and that Italian bestiality vid that i'd maliciously
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subtitled) up the back where they couldn't be seen, and i placed all of
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what i called my Dark Gothic titles at the front. i regarded the
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hastily-scrawled labels on the sides: Evil Dead II, The Hunger, all four
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of the Hellraiser films, Eraserhead...
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on a similar (or perhaps the same) whim, i sorted my CD collection. all
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of the industrial and Goth bands were prominently displayed, except for
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the re-release of `Rabies', by Skinny Puppy, which rarely, if ever, left
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the CD player.
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why had i done this?
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a few nights before that, i'd been experimenting with astral projection,
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aided by some stale ketamine that a friend had given me. i'd never had
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much success with lucid dreaming in the past; my visualisation skills
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were poor (remembering Jack Vance saying something about sorcerers
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needing to be able to visualise a tree, count the leaves twice and
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arrive at the same number each time); this instance was different. at
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first, i wasn't really sure if i was asleep; i was lying on my bed, and
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the pre-dawn glow was just beginning to filter in through the window.
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when it suddenly brightened into a silent atomic-explosion white glare,
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i knew `i wasn't in Kansas any more, Toto'.
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i reviewed the things i'd read on astral travel; i recalled my previous
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successes, and started looking for that library i'd heard so much about.
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it wasn't hard to find; physically, it was in the same place that the
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real-world library was, just down the road and off the main highway from
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where i lived. i started to float down the twilit street, hovering a
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few inches off the ground (i could rarely work up the enthusiasm for
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full-on flying) when suddenly, i was wrenched aside. i was snatched
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from the vaguely-defined bayside road into something that looked like a
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club; dark, low-ceilinged and foggy. i stood there for a few moments,
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wondering if this was some invention of my own mind, when i heard a
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voice. it whispered,
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<please... will you stay with me, just for a few moments?> i blinked,
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and replied (my mouth felt numb; i found out, later, that i'd turned
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over in my sleep and had my face pressed into my pillow)
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`well, sure... why not?' the whisper hissed back at me,
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<i can't answer any of your questions... this is one of those
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otherworld situations, but it's really important to me. i need someone
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to be here for a while. just to be here. for a while. in fact, the
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moment has passed.> i heard a sigh of relief. <thank you. i wish i
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could explain, but anyway, i'm really indebted to you.>
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this was bewildering, to say the least; i shrugged and replied,
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`i'm glad i could help.' it replied hastily,
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<no, it's more than that. it was my existence in the balance there for
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a few moments. if you hadn't happened by, i would've been, uh...> it
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paused, as if in thought. i sensed around me, trying to see some detail
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in the fog. <look, i feel obliged to you. think of the one thing you
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want above all else.>
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my eyes must have been glittering, because i heard it chuckle, a low,
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burbling sound, almost human. <well, in time... yes. but not
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immediately, and not without considerable pain... but the next thing on
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your list: i have some connections. i'll speak to someone. keep your
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eyes open in the next few days.>
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my recall of the dream faded around then, but every word was stuck in my
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consciousness. i could still hear the liquid quality of its laughter,
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hours later.
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that evening, i was driving home from Gary's house. we weren't getting
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on; his parents didn't like me at all, and their intrusions into what we
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thought of as a stable relationship were beginning to unbalance it (i
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can't imagine why i'd become involved with the son of fundamentalists in
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the first place). having been through this before, we had both agreed
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that it would be best to let it cool for a while. still, i had the nasty
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feeling that the decision had been more his than mine.
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i was driving down a long stretch of unlit country road, doing, as
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usual, about thirty kph over the speed limit, when i saw a single light
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in the distance by the side of the road. as i got closer, it appeared
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to be a bus stop, and i could see someone waiting for a bus. it was
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about two in the morning; whoever it was had to be optimistic.
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i had the windows wound down, and freezing air stung my cheek as i got
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closer. it was damn cold outside at this time of night, and i began to
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feel sorry for whoever it was. sympathy had less to do with me
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stopping, however; i began to slow down when i saw it was a young girl,
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and she was hitching.
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i drew up next to the bus stop and got my first clear look at her
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through the open passenger-side window. she was about seventeen, i'd
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guess; shoulder-length black hair shrouding her pale, thin face. she was
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wearing a sleeveless T-shirt with the words CTHULHU SAVES written on the
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front in large, white letters, the first word arranged so that it seemed
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to be cupping her breasts. tight black jeans tucked into worn, dusty
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black boots. a silver chain around her left ankle; a drab
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military-green bag at her feet. and, incongruously, an unstrung tennis
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racket in one hand.
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she peered in, trying to ascertain if i was dangerous. she caught my
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eye and inclined her head slightly towards the left, as if asking `are
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you headed that way?' i nodded, and she smiled. i reached over and
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opened the door; it swung back just in time for me to see her bending
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over, reaching for the bag's straps. wau, nice ass, i thought. she
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straightened up and gave me a sly smile, and for a moment i thought i'd
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spoken out loud. thankfully, the darkness hid my embarrassment.
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she got in, dumping the bag at her feet, and turned to regard me. her
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eyes were pale grey in the light that entered from above, shaded by
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rogue strands of hair which seemed to drift about as if in a light wind.
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we stared at each other for about twenty seconds before she broke, one
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corner of her mouth twitching up into a small smile. your name is Lydya,
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i was thinking; i'd been watching the cartoon show version of
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`Beetlejuice' recently; it was silly, but i'd developed a liking for the
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female lead character, no matter how cubistically she'd been rendered.
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her tongue briefly parted her lips; `Lydya.' she whispered, her mouth
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barely moving. i nodded once.
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`i know.' she reached around and closed the door. i put the car into
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gear and moved off.
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so that's why i'd sorted my videos and CDs. to impress her.
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`is that a radio?' she asked, pointing to a bunch of buttons set into
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the dashboard. a quiet voice, deep for a female of her age, and husky,
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as if she'd been smoking home-cured cigars since she was ten. i shook my
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head and touched the exposed end of the cassette; it slid in and started
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somewhere in the middle of the Pixies' `Surfer Rosa'. Out of the corner
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of my eye i saw her raise an eyebrow in approval.
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as i got closer to home, i felt moved to ask,
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`how far are you going?' and in my mind, i imagined her reply, the reply
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i wanted to hear, just as she said it:
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`as far as i can. you wouldn't know somewhere i could hide out for
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tonight, would you?' briefly, i entertained the idea of asking her
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something completely out of the ordinary, just to see if she'd give the
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response that i would imagine. instead, i replied,
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`there's plenty of room at my place. since the rest of my family moved
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to Queensland, i've had the house to myself.' i could hear amusement in
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her tone,
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`no other... attachments?' i thought of Gary, and his parents, and of
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the expression on his face when we'd last parted.
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`no.' she smiled openly at this, her arms crossed, her black-lacquered
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nails tapping in time to the music on the pale flesh of her arm. she's
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going to establish my name next, i thought.
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`how many... vowels, in your first name?' that's novel... i thought of
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the half-a-dozen or so bulletin board pseudonyms i had, and settled on
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one.
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`two. or three, if you count the letter `y'. but don't bother, you'll
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never guess -'
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`ah! i know you.' we were travelling down a fairly straight stretch of
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road, so i felt that i could safely afford to turn and stare at her, not
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daring to think anything. `i recognised your car. it's pretty
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distinctive.' yeah, right, i thought, turning my attention back to the
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road. goddamn telepaths!
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i turned into the street where i lived. the house was a few doors up; i
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pulled up before the driveway, bumping over the gutter in the darkness,
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and into the car-port in the back yard. i got out and led her into the
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house.
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it was reasonably tidy at the moment; most of the dirty clothes were in
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the washing machine, and the dishes had been washed some time in the
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past week. i wandered over to have a look at the screen of my computer,
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which had been trying to collect some electronic mail. it had been at
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it for eight hours, and still hadn't gotten through; a jab of the escape
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key told it to give up.
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when i turned back, she was asleep in the armchair, her legs curled up
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beneath her. carefully, i walked over to her and kneeled down next to
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the chair. in sleep, she looked younger than seventeen; her head
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resting on her forearm, gently rising and falling with her slowed
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breathing.
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she couldn't have been asleep for very long, so i jogged her arm and
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said softly,
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`there's a bed in the next room.' she opened her eyes sleepily; smiled
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seductively. she held her arms out; i leaned down and she clasped her
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hands around my neck. i put both hands behind her back and lifted;
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strange... she couldn't have weighed more than about thirty kilos! she
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jumped up and clasped her legs around my waist, her cool smile inches
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away from my face, pale grey-blue eyes glittering. rather awkwardly, i
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backed up a few feet and then carried her to the bedroom that my parents
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had once occupied, extremely conscious of her thighs gripping my waist,
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of her warmth.
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there was a double bed in there, neatly made up; occasionally, i had
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friends stay overnight. black undersheets, several pillows and a large
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black doona. i staggered over to the bedside (more from the uneven
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distribution of weight than from any effort required to support her),
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and we stood there, me waiting for her to let go and fall back onto the
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bed, she with a sweet smile on her face that told me she wasn't about to
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let go just yet.
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carefully, i leaned forward until she was lying flat on the bed, with me
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hovering above her. with her hands still clasped behind my neck, she
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gently tugged me down to where she could touch her lips to mine. we only
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brushed against each other briefly, but i was surprised at how cold her
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lips felt.
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i stayed poised over her like that for about thirty seconds, cautiously
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nibbling her lower lip, my head turning this way and that as we kissed.
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Lydya unclasped her hands and, placing them on my shoulders, pushed me
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down. at the same time, she dropped back onto the bed, throwing her
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head back, exposing her white throat. i leaned down further and touched
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my warm lips to the softly-pulsing surface. i could feel her sigh; i
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could almost taste it.
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abruptly, she grasped the shoulder-strap of her T-shirt, tugging it from
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her shoulder, exposing one small pale-nippled breast. my lips eagerly
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moved down from her throat to this new target, causing her to give voice
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to a series of more pronounced sighs. the nipple was small, hard; cold.
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i tried my best to warm it with my tongue, lips and teeth, and from the
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sounds Lydya was making, it was working -
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then, i paused. we had met for the first time only twenty minutes ago,
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and we were practically screwing! i drew back slightly; she made a tiny
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sound of concern. by way of answer, i murmured,
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`don't you think we're moving a little too fast here?' she smiled up at
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me and gave a brief shake of her head, no more than half a centimetre's
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movement in either direction. she tugged me closer, to the point where
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i had to stop leaning over her; i dropped onto the bed next to her. she
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turned to face me, her head resting on her arm, her elbow denting the
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pillow. her eyes glittered a deep, liquid green.
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green? when i picked her up at the bus-stop, they had been grey. or at
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least pale blue. i could have been mistaken... sodium lighting,
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possibly. remembering this brought back the suspicion of her telepathy.
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without actually thinking it, i decided to implement a test. if she
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/was/ reading my mind, she would have heard me thinking, `uh-huh.'
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i paused, smiled and ran my hand down her side, over her hip. without
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making it obvious, i visualised her naked, lying on her back with her
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legs spread and thought how much i'd like to have my tongue inside her.
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her eyes narrowed and the briefest of smiles played around her lips. she
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half-rolled over onto her back, her hands behind her head, one knee
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bent, tilting her pelvis towards me.
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i was getting a bit annoyed at this. i've never pretended to be a
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full-on snag, but she was wrong if she thought she could simply waltz in
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and screw her way into my confidence. having just been through all of
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that crap with Gary, i wasn't about to repeat it. not just yet, anyway.
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i reached over her, grabbed the doona cover and dragged it over,
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covering her legs. getting up, i smiled politely and said,
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`sleep well.' she smiled as if conceding defeat - for the moment - and
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murmured,
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`i'll be here if you need someone to talk to.' she rolled over to face
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away from me and tugged the covers up over her shoulder. she started
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moving around underneath the covers; she was taking off her clothes. i
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retreated while i still had willpower to do so.
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i was exhausted. i crawled into bed fully dressed and fell,
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immediately, into dreamless sleep.
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the next morning, i had drifted into that state between sleep and
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consciousness. familiar territory; sometimes, i had been able to stay,
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balanced there, for up to an hour. it was nice. a cold morning, a warm
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bed, the faint light from outside just balanced with the blinking green
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of the VCR's clock, reading 12:00. nothing moving outside. it must be
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Sunday. mmm.
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this calm only lasted for... well, it was hard to tell, but it wasn't
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very long. soon, i noticed a strange kind of clicking coming from the
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telephone, as if it was trying to ring but couldn't quite make up its
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mind.
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my hand emerged from the warmth of the covers, groped out to the
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telephone and picked up the receiver. no dial-tone. i couldn't
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remember if i'd properly disconnected my computer from the line, and
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then i remembered the phone extension in the other bedroom...
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`good morning.' i murmured, as if still half-asleep. she replied with a
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sigh,
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`mmmmmmmmnh, hi.'
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`sleep well?'
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`mm-hmm. i think there's something you should know.'
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`yes?'
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`i'm not wearing very much.'
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`i'd guessed that. few people wear motorcycle boots to bed.'
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`yeah... mmmh,' (those sounds were beginning to get to me), `when i
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wake up, you know, it's nice... i mean, i like the way my skin
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feels...' i could just hear the hiss of her hands moving over her body.
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`mmm... you know, you may be a bit weird, but expect you're pretty much
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like most guys...'
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`pretty much.'
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`yeah, mmm, every guy i've ever woken up with on a cold morning has
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woken up with an erection.' i smiled. this was a new approach... phone
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sex, no more than three metres apart. i thought i'd give back some of
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what she was giving to me.
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`oh yeah... that feels good.' a sound from the phone, as if she was
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rolling over.
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`what are you doing?' she asked.
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`why don't you come in and see for yourself?' i taunted. she laughed, a
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low, throaty murmur that tickled my ear through the telephone's speaker.
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`mm, it's /very/ cold this morning... and this bed is much more, ah,
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accommodating, don't you think?' i chuckled, an echo of her laugh.
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`i'll be right over.' i hung up.
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she was right; it was freezing. the house did have a heater, but i
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rarely felt justified in using it just to heat the house for myself, and
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the cats rarely complained. hell, they usually chose to sleep outside,
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even if i did turn the heater on just for them.
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the room was shrouded in grey twilight; birds had just started chirping
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outside. i braced myself, threw the covers back and restrained a gasp
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as the shock of the cold wiped away the dozy Sunday-morning feeling.
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she was right; i wasn't very much different from most guys. i smiled as
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the evidence for my normality pointed at the ceiling until the cold
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prevailed.
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i groped about on the floor until i found my black jumper, slipped it
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over my head and revelled in the scratchy feeling of wool against bare
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skin. teeth chattering, my body temperature dropping with prolonged
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exposure to the air, i carefully stepped over the books, milk-crates
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full of CDs and comics that made up the war-torn landscape of my bedroom
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floor, down the short hallway to the spare bedroom.
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it was dark in there; the curtains had been carefully arranged so as to
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exclude every trace of outside. the digital clock had been unplugged.
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my partially dark-adjusted eyes made out a pale oval hovering just above
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the sea of black which was gathered around her body, sitting up against
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the wall, supported by a pile of pillows. i scented a faint aroma of,
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something; something feminine. i closed my eyes for a few seconds,
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opened them again and i could see more detail. unless i'd been mistaken
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last night, her hair was shorter.
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`are you just going to stand there?' i moved closer, not taking my eyes
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off hers, put one knee on the end of the bed. there was a moment of
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silence, when not even the birds outside made a sound. she slid down
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from her sitting position, under the covers with just her face peeping
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over the edge. she gave me that languorous sigh again, and stretched,
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her fingertips quivering, brushing the wall behind her. `come on, get
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in. you must be cold.' i moved over to the side of the bed, sat down
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and manoeuvred my way under the edge of the doona, to minimise the
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amount of cold air that entered with me.
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it was warm. Gary and i had been apart long enough for me to have
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forgotten how good it felt to get into a warm bed on a cold morning; my
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legs tingled with the feeling, and i shuddered involuntarily.
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`hedonite,' she accused playfully. alarm bells should have been
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ringing; that word - a combination of hedonist and cenobite - was one of
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my private inventions. i was too distracted, however.
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`hell, no; just cold.' i replied. she was sitting up, resting on one
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elbow, masses of black hair draped over one shoulder. she was still
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wearing the CTHULHU T-shirt, and with the doona cover coming up to a
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point just below her breasts, the edge of one breast lay in view through
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the loose arm-hole. she was staring at me blankly; almost as if she
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were looking straight through me. enough of my body-warmth had returned
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to begin to revive my erection, and even though i knew she couldn't see
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it, i turned to lie on my side, drawing my legs up underneath me; then i
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pulled the covers over my shoulder and shuddered again as i drank in the
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warmth. she seemed to come out of her trance, and slid down under the
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covers with me. i felt her hand brush my arm, travel up to my shoulder
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and behind my neck. she leaned over, pulling me towards her and we
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kissed. this time, she felt warm, inviting, safe, everything i'd been
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looking for since Gary, the one thing better than waking up in a warm
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bed early on a Sunday alone. i put my arms around her and suddenly we
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were together, touching from our mouths down to her legs, which were
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entwined around me. one of her hands grabbed mine and dragged it from
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around her waist, pressed my palm flat against her side and moved it
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down her hip, which was covered in something slick, lycra or silk, then
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around, over the soft curve of her behind. her knee pressed into my
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crotch momentarily, long enough to touch the hardness forming there,
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moved back and then pressed again more insistently. i shifted my right
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leg slightly until it was between hers; she obliged, spreading her legs,
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allowing me to gently press my thigh against her. she shuddered; i
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tensed slightly, wondering if i'd done something wrong, but she hugged
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me closer and murmured,
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`please, don't let me go. it's been so long since i've been this close
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to a - anyone. i don't want it to stop...' i wasn't about to. for a
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long time, we just lay pressed together, enjoying the feeling of having
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someone to hold. then, when i thought she wasn't expecting it - and
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with the feeling that i might be entering territory best left
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unexplored, but still - i asked,
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`how long have you been a telepath?' she laughed and pushed me back
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slightly. in the dimness, i saw her hair was now about shoulder length,
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and reddish-blond. surely, i hadn't become so blase that i could accept
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THAT without question. her eyes were still green, as far as i could
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tell.
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`almost eight years, although there's a lot more to it than just
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telepathy.' i began to miss the feeling of having her touching me, so i
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drew her closer again, closed my eyes and listened to her husky murmur.
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