Heaven On The Seventh Floor Chapter 8 As we cuddled, feeling content with the world and our place in it. Rachel sighed leaned up and licked my cheek. Murring softly. “I have been sitting here thinking, just contemplating all that has transpired since that chance meting an how profoundly it had transformed my life. I mean I was pretty directionless before we met, just figured being an artist was what I had an interest in, so I figured I would do the 'college thing' while I could and see what life offered me. Little did I expect something like This to happen.” “Well, from what I can see, you are a very talented artisan and while I think you can become a rather famous painter, illustrator, lithographer or whatever you wish to go into, I believe you can make your mark. For example, look at Norman Rockwell, he had a talent for tapping into the soul of Americana. Looking at what you have on display speaks of a passionate soul.” I said looking at the art on display around the room. “Thank you Duncan, if you wouldn't mind I would like to indulge in a bit of watersports if you think that would be okay?” Rachel asked and Duncan smiled. “Tell me something, Do Ya know the difference between a chickpea and a cabbage, Love bandit?” Duncan asked with a sparkle in his eye. “Huh? A chickpea and a cabbage? Other than chickpeas are called ce-ce beans or garbanzos, no...” she replied seeming at a total loss. “I'd never pay to have a cabbage on my chest.” Duncan deadpanned. Rachel sat a moment, looking perplexed before her tail shot straight out behind her as she double face-palmed. “Oh My GAWD! Duncan... That was....” she burst out laughing. “...One of THEE worst Dad Jokes Ever!” she managed to get out before the giggles took over. A few moments later she was able to get herself under control and gave me a look. “...and the best part is, ya don't even have ta pay me! Come on, let's go have some fun.” she said leading him into the bathroom. “Love Bandit, I must admit, you are one of the freeist souls with a delightful kinky side that I have ever met. Fortunately for you I am very accommodating and happen to have a full bladder.” he chuckled. “Thank you sir, as you may recall I mentioned that I wanted to explore this with you last night and thought since I needed to go, no time like the present. I hoped you would be reciprocal, because the idea of you soaking my Tits really gets me wet.” Rachel giggled pausing a moment. “You know what I mean, Right?” she asked as they stepped into the equine sized shower stall and she knelt at his feet giving him the most loving look. “Yes Dear, I do. And thank you. When you had me piss on your ladybits it really did something. The look on your face was sheer erotic bliss and it got me a bit sprung as you recall so if you wanted to explore more of this I wouldn't say no to you.” I said caressing her ears and jawline; she moved forward and planted a kiss-lick on my penis looking up at me. “For that which we are about to receive, may we be truly thankful.” she said sitting in the pose of submission shoulders back her hands on her widely spread thighs. I unleashed a golden stream of warm liquid painting her breasts. She gasped than giggled in delight giving a chest shimmy soaking her chest fur in my warm welcome gift as it ran between her breasts soaking her belly and crotch fur. By the time I finished she was painted neck to knees giggling in delight. “Thank you Master Straga, may your humble submissive be permitted to return the favor?” she chortled. I helped her to her feet and she hugged me tightly. “Gods that felt incredible! Thank you Duncan.” “Turn around, hands on the wall assume the position my sweet submissive love bandit... bend the knees and flag that tail straight up... that's my girl” I said as I knelt behind her. “feet a bit wider... Okay” I started to rub her very wet sex making her legs tremble. “No fair...Sir!” Rachel eeped panting hard. I moved my hand between her pelvic arch and her belly button and pressed. She yelped and let loose a golden flood that splashed against my chest. “Oh Gods that feels soo good I can't believe I'm...” Rachel crooned I grabbed the base of her tail and started to tug. “Ungh!” she moaned making her knees go weak I slowly lowered her by her tail onto my lap and impaled her on my rampant cock. Rachel squealed in shock as I locked my grip on her Tits as she continued to empty her bladder against my crotch “Oh Fuck! Cumming!” she screamed as she bucked in an unexpected orgasm. I could tell how close she was by just how wet she had been. “Surprise!” I hissed in her ear biting down as she writhed in pleasure. “EEEEEEE” she squeed, lost in her own pleasure, it made me very happy. I chuckled deeply in the enclosed space. After a very erotic shower clean up we retired to the bedroom to compare notes. “So, what did you think?” I asked. “Not quite what you expected?” “Uh, Noe... it was waaay more intense. I really enjoy submitting to you, I know I am totally safe in doing it. With you, there is no shame in it; there is only a deep love... and when you cut loose it felt like you were taking possession of me, claiming me as your own, and I felt so proud, so loved, so happy that you would choose me for this gift, of this warm glowing liquid that You made just for me, anointing me with it was like an erotic baptism. The more rational part of my mind knew we were just playing, but it still meant a lot to me, thank you Duncan. For that gift and allowing me to return it. I can't quite explain what it means to be able to do that with a lover; to share this gift... But when you started fingering me, it had me skating close to the edge; pressing my bladder just forced it outta me and I lost my mind when you started tugging my tail, dropping onto your cock pushed my submission into orbit. That was soo much fun. Thank you dunk” she said wrapping herself around me and murring in contentment. “You are, and always shall be, My Love Bandit. Oh, thought I should mention it, Gena is going to want to have a long conversation about navigating subspace with you sometime soon.” I said. Rachel perked. “Oh Really? Doo tell.” she asked maneuvering around to lay atop me resting her head on my chest on her folded arms. “As you know, she's a fun little thing, and after she cast me, we were just relaxing, holding each other and she was absently fondling me and you know what that does... So she asked if she could do some more deep throat practice, so I showed her a couple of new techniques and she slipped into subspace, fortunately I managed to catch it and bring her out of it before she got too deeply in, but she really seemed to like it, despite catching her off guard; she did manage to successfully drink me, so expect her to want to discuss the nuances of subspace with you at some point.” I said with a smile. “Whoa, Gena managed to take you, and you delivered a load into her belly?” I know it was something she wanted to work towards ever sense that incident with Timon...” “Malt liquor on an empty stomach?” I said with a smirk. “Blargged all over the guy!” Rachel laughed. “Hell, he deserved it! Trying to shove his dick down her throat like that!” I said around my own laughter. “She really spewed all over him...Twice!” Rachel giggled shaking her head. “Yeah, she told me. That poor gal, now she knows Not to drink on an empty stomach. As she said she's 'Smol' and it doesn't take much to get her blitzed, fortunately she has sealed concrete floors for easy clean up. This guy Timon must have been an idiot, but I am glad it hasn't affected her negatively. And that she came to you for some lessons. I want you to know that I am Very proud of you Love Bandit. So what do you have on tap for tomorrow?” I asked drawing my hands up and down my Raccoon's back. “Thank you Dunk that means a lot to me. As for tomorrow... gods that feels wonderful, I am really loving your touch good Sir. I am still finding it hard to believe that I am laying here with someone who has unlocked some of my darkest fantasies and so lovingly explored them with me. Saturday night, and I have a belly full of your fantastic beef stew, feeling very happy and content with my life, for the first time in longer than I can remember. You have met and loved my friends for which I am very grateful to you, Sir... That you are such a loving, sharing, transcendent human whom I am honored to call my Master; not in a 'life style' sense, but in a very personal connected sense, for I feel we share a very deep personal, almost Spiritual connection.” Rachel admitted. “ I am inclined to agree with you, Miss Simmons. You are the first morph I have ever been intimate with, and it is a gift that I shall Cherish to my dieing day. As you know, I like to live my life with as few regrets as possible, and I can tell you this will not be one of them. Now I will also be loving Martha or Gena, and the fact that you are not jealous of that fact speaks of just how loving a soul you possess my sweet Love Bandit. For there comes a time in every man's life, if he is smart, when he reaches a certain age he pauses to reflect on his life and how he has lived it. As for myself, I tend to ponder the ancient mysteries asked of the souls of the ancient Egyptians before their hearts were weighed against a feather of Ra.” I paused. “What were they asked?” Rachel asked sounding intrigued her eyes taking on a glow of interest. “The first Question was 'Did they live a good life?' While that can be subjective, for me I tend to think so far the answer to that one is yes. The next question was 'Did they bring joy to others' also subjective, but...” “Well I can say that yes you have, to at least the three of us; That is.” Rachel grinned lovingly. “Thank you my dear I will chalk that up in the positive category as well. The last question asked was: 'Did they leave the world a better place than they found it?' Now that last one can be a head scratcher for a lot of folks, but personally I believe that if I am able to pass along the wisdom and life experience that I have collected to the next generation; than I can say that I would have left the world a better place than I found it.” Duncan said with a nod. “Whoa, Damn Dunk you keep coming up with these casual things that just blow my mind here, those are some pretty Deep questions. And if I were to try and answer them at this point in my life, I'm not sure I'd pass...” Rachel said thoughtfully. “Well they were mainly to ascertain if you left the world with any regrets that would give you a heavy heart. Ideally when it was placed on the scale it would balance against the feather of Ra. And you could move on into eternity.” “What happened if it didn't?” my Raccoon asked. “It was fed to the river monster and you were devoured, and presumably reincarnated to deal with the unfinished shit you left undone weighing down your heart in your last life. Or just erased from existence. The hieroglyphs and papyrus scrolls were open to interpretation on the finer points, if I recall my Budge. His translation of the Egyptian book of the dead makes for fascinating reading.” Duncan said with a grin. “Wow, that sounds harsh as hell, while I never really got into comparative religion much less ancient ones, but it does sound like it would make for a fascinating topic of discussion.” Rachel murred thoughtfully. “Well my Love bandit, if you want to crack that subject, I might suggest reading some Joseph Campbell, he was one of our foremost mythologists of our time, check out 'The Hero with a Thousand Faces' it my inspire some very interesting artwork. Also 'The Power Of Myth' I will say right now Miss Simmons, it may have a Very profound effect on your artistic career. So...beware of your natural 'proclivities' or indulge them, for as you know, Life is all about 'Choices' and this one you may find...Fascinating.” Duncan finished with an almost sinister chuckle. Sending a shiver of excitement scampering down his lovers spine to Twitch the tip of her floofy ringed tail. “Now That, sounds almost like a Challenge!” Rachel grinned wickedly. Rolling off her Lover to withdraw a notebook from her nightstand. “Now that was the Egyptian book of the dead?” she asked. “Yes, translated by E.A. Wallis Budge, but you may get more use out of Campbell's work.” “The world of mythology and the thousand faced hero?” his Raccoon asked. “The Hero With A Thousand Faces, and The Power Of Myth. By Joseph Campbell.” Duncan corrected as Rachel wrote them down. “Oh yeah, got it, thanks. Maybe I should ask Professor Green, my art history teacher about it?” she thought aloud. “Good idea love Bandit. As I recall there is some great artwork in those books and the stories my inspire you.” Duncan said. “I am really enjoying This, much more than I normally do. It has been a long time since I have had a lover that I really liked cuddling with; and this is verry nice. Just being with you in intimate contact makes me feel verry... content.” “Well you won't hear any complaints from me Love bandit, I love the feeling of your very soft furry pelt snuggled up against me and that Tail of yours...” Duncan smirked caressing his Raccoon. “Thank you good Sir, it pleases me to know that this body brings you such enjoyment.” Rachel murred snuggling in with a contented sigh. “If you wouldn't mind it, I would really enjoy some intimate snuggle cuddles, just enjoying each other and the feeling of intimacy two lovers can share. Kissing... caressing...” Rachel trailed off. “Petting?” Duncan asked with a quirked eyebrow. Rachel murred with a nod. “Oh yes please, I Do enjoy being petted all over by someone I have a connection with, and I believe we have forged a very deep, verry intimate connection in the short time we have known each other, yes?” Rachel asked with a coy smile painting her muzzle. “Oh indeed we have, Miss Simmons; and I for one very much appreciate it, and you; for it has been far to long sense I have had as vivacious and accommodating a lover to call my own, taking the opportunity to show my appreciation is always welcome.” “Thank you in advance Duncan, for Everything... For letting my submissive side feel safe enough to come out to play and fully express itself has been... Verry liberating for me. I know I have a lot to process like Martha, and Gena for that matter. But, despite you being Much older than I, I find you incredibly relateable. It was like a 'Zing' when you propositioned me at work, I just had to say Yes! I somehow knew you were special; then that foot rub... It makes me tingly just thinking about it. I really hoped you would accept my invitation, and you Did! I swear I almost squeed when I saw you still sitting there after I punched out, because that foot rub really got my peeka purring, and I really didn't want another session with 'Bob', ya know?” she asked. “Yup, I can relate. I felt there was something very special about you as well, that I really wanted to get to know you better, but at the time I really couldn't have given you any kind of reason why, and it seems things just fell into place for us to be where we are now. Because of that chance meeting, I have three very dear friends who I can share my life experiences with. And that fact makes me... Rather pleased with how the situation is turning out.” Duncan said kissing his Raccoon on the nose. “Friends And Lovers...” Rachel corrected with a loving murr. “Ideally yes, but if it turns out that they only want to be friends, I'm okay with that, as I have my very own cuddle coon love bandit to console me.” He said with a wink. “Duncan, you say the sweetest things to me.” Rachel murred lovingly snuggling in churring. # # Sunday morning found Rachel alone in her bed. After groping her paws across the sheets she managed to crack a protesting eye open to confirm the fact, she slowly sat up rearranged her sleep tousled hair from her eyes and cocked an ear. No he wasn't in the bathroom... Then she heard it, and smiled. Duncan was in the Kitchen! Padding in, a loving smile dusted her muzzle at seeing Her human; Rachel paused tilting her head in thought; 'At what point did I start thinking of Dunk as 'My Human?' she wondered. Before filing that insight into the file for later examination before sniffing the air, taking in a plethora of savory aromas that made her belly growl in anticipation. “Good morning Love.” Rachel murred as she approached the kitchen. “Ah, my love Bandit awakens from her slumbers, rest well hon?” he asked with a loving smile as she accepts a morning kiss and cup of coffee prepared just the way she likes most. “Mmm thank you love, you make Thee best coffee, and I rested better than I have in a long time. I'd almost forgotten how wonderful it was to snuggle cuddle someone all night long.” she murred cradling her cup in both hands as she saw what he was preparing this morning. “This is what I like to call my Sunday morning brunch-fest.” He said, a platter of what looked like mini quiche he had baked up in a muffin tin, bacon, hash browns, sliced fresh fruit, and a carafe of OJ. “Thank you Duncan; that was very thoughtful and loving of you to put this together for us.” Rachel said taking a seat at the table. “The thankful heart opens our eyes to a multitude of blessings that continually surround us.” Duncan said spreading his arms at the feast set out before them. “Wow, that was very profound.” His Raccoon murred sipping her morning coffee. “Thank you my dear, now please, enjoy.” He said indicating the waiting feast. Two hours later Rachel sat back sighing in contentment. “Stick a fork in me Sir, I'm done.” she giggled rubbing her belly playfully. “That was amazing, and I ate waay too much, but those mini quiche were just soo tasty! Thank you again good sir for providing an excellent Sunday feast. I must admit that I am absolutely gob-smacked at just how fantastically this weekend has turned out from what otherwise would have been a random hookup.” “Agreed. If you would have told me last Monday, that I would be spending the weekend with a sexy Raccoon morph, I wouldn't have thought it a possibility much less having her two best friends as well. A lovely neo-hippie Skunkette and a passionate fun-sized Mousey morph. But reality proves to be stranger than fiction. Once I crossed the Rubicon, I have absolutely no regrets over what has transpired. I see it as a blessing to find such loving passionate partners in the morphs I have counted as friends and colleagues my entire life yet for some unknown reason even during the heyday of the free love movement I had not availed myself of the opportunity despite having several morph lasses to choose from back in freedom; it just never occurred to me that was something I could do, not that they didn't have human lovers. We were all pretty free loving back then and we cuddled and mutually massaged each other, but for some reason that connection didn't jell for us. But it was totally cool at the time; we were great friends, just not fuck buddies. # # When Friday rolled around Duncan stopped by Hotshot to pick up Rachel just before she clocked out. “Dun-can! Hello good Sir, wonderful to see you again!” Rachel churred as they walked out of the coffee shop. “How was your week hon?” he asked as they strolled down the Ave towards her home. “It has been one hell of a week, now that we are into Decem-burr, it's getting colder and Gena spent the night on Wednesday and we had a long talk and some girl time together.” Rachel said with a wicked wink. “How's Martha been?” “She has been unusually quiet and withdrawn, I've been touching base with her and she wants to show you her journals. She said she has been doing way more processing than she ever expected to, it seems to have rattled her cage pretty badly but she doesn't seem to be regretting the experience at least.” “Thats good, I did warn her that it was coming, maybe she is suffering from withdrawal. We can talk it out. And I want to meet with everyone because being December I have some early Christmas gifts for my girls.” Duncan said with a smile at seeing his Raccoon's Kit like excitement, indicating the large rolling suitcase he had with him. “Ooh, Santa Dunk, whatcha gonna stuff under my tree tonight?” Rachel asked rubbing her paws together as they waited for the light to change across from Griffith hall. “Since my Love Bandit has been both Naughty And Nice, I brought something for both sides of the equation. Did you have plans for dinner tonight, or are we gonna wing it?” “This sounds like just the party we all need tonight. As for dinner I figured on trying something from the Flavors of India cookbook I got from Mr, Kahn. I was thinking maybe a nice chana dhal with rice and chapatis?” “Now that sounds like fun, have Martha and Gena in on it and we can teach them how to make it as well, then you can take them over to Ali's shop and introduce them, more networking. And speaking of networking, how has it been going with expanding your local group?” Duncan asked as he held the door for her. “Oh, My, Gawd! It has been totally Crazy! Monday morning I took your advice; smiling at everybody treating them like friends I haven't met yet? And total strangers started acting like friends saying Hi like we knew each other. Chatting between classes, I made it a point to personally meet everyone in my first class, not just walk in and say Hi, but walk up and introduce myself, ya know?” Rachel churred as we stepped into the elevator and she pressed the sixth floor button. “And started making connections; introducing mutual friends, exchanging contact info, and almost everyone was into it. I would introduce them to my friends and they would introduce us to their friends when people asked why I was being so friendly, I just told them about the whole 'Six Degrees' thing. And most of them were amazed!” The door slid open and we walked down the hall to Martha's Room. “Professor Green, my art history teacher had me get up in front of the class and talk about the concept as it related to how folks communicated, and made connections. It was actually Fun and again, about half the class started getting into it!” she said with a giggle pausing to knock on Martha's door. “Come in Raich” we heard her call and in we went. We saw her sitting by the window with a sketch board in her lap. She looked up and her eyes went wide. “...Master.” she then shook herself setting down the sketch board and stepped over to greet us. “Hello my Pet.” I smiled drawing her into a hug. she melted into it. “How have you been Martha?” “Oh wow, this week has been like a total mind fuck. You Did try and warn me there may be some blow-back but Damn! I filled up Three notebooks journaling this shit. I never expected anything like this, I was ghosting through class for three days in a fog trying to get a handle on it, Discovered I had a lotta baggage I never knew I was lugging around, but I think I got through most of it but I would really appreciate some counsel before we proceed.” she asked hugging me tightly. I kissed her on the forehead and smiled. “Any time hon, like I said, I am here for you. You calling me 'master' when you saw me; how did that make you feel?” I asked she smiled “It gave me a tingly thrill, and when you addressed me as your 'Pet' a delicious little shiver ran through me.” she churred in pleasure. Stepping back to hug Rachel. “ Raich, you just get off work?” she asked. “Yup, Duncan met me there and walked me home. We stopped by to pick you up I thought an Indian dinner party would be a fun way to start off the weekend with a cooking class and a fun evening all around. We can swing by and collect Gena as well, and we can All have a great night together, how does that sound to you?” she asked planting her fists on her hips and grinning like the love Bandit she was. “That sounds amaze-balls. Can I bring anything?” she asked with a shy smile. “All of your apatites, and a blank notebook to copy recipe notes down with.” I said with a wink. “Oookay...” Martha managed without blushing too badly. “And my notebooks from last week that we can hopefully go over at some point?” she added. I nodded seeing my rolling suitcase she asked. “Whatcha got in the case?” “Wonderful surprises for my girls. Think of it as the first gifts of the holiday season.” “Eep” Martha blushed, her eyes going wide thinking of Rachel's Footlocker. “Come my Pet, for adventure awaits...” I held out an arm and she rushed to fill it. Tossing her books into her oversized bag Martha joined us as we made our way back to heaven on the seventh floor as we collected our fun-sized party Mousey, we reconvened back in Rachel's haven. Once we were all comfortable, I made my announcement. “My loves, as you probably know by now, you are all very special to me. And I brought you each a gift. You may consider it an early Christmas present if you wish, this being December and all, but I like to think of it as a gift of peace of mind.” I said and laid my suitcase down and unzipped it, among the contents were three green day packs; I pulled these out closed the suitcase and set it aside. “I have here what appear to be your standard Jansport day packs that you would see on any college campus, yes?” I asked all three gals nodded at the fully packed bags I smiled and handed a fully loaded pack to each of my girls. They looked at each other and thanked me, not quite understanding exactly what they had just received, I smiled and nodded. “A bit confusing, yes?” I said and they each nodded. “What you hold in your hands is a 72 hour college student emergency pack. I am going to bet that none of you has one prepped and ready, do you?” I asked. The shocked look mirrored on their faces told me that I nailed it. “There is a list of everything in there in the front pocket, along with some personal advice from me...” I said. Rachel opened the front pocket removed the card perused the list and grinned before she started reading off the list. “ One collapsible cup , light stick , pocket facial tissue , travel toothbrush , liquid soap , Ferro rod and cotton balls , deodorant , comb , hand warmer , mechanical pencil , pocket notebook, mini flashlight , rain poncho , space blanket , shirt , socks , cash in an envelope ($20) wow that is very kind of you! EMT Shears , pocket first aid kit , small bottle of acetaminophen, a Deck of playing cards , rope , now that sounds like all kinds of fun, thank you Duncan. feminine needs for girls.” she pauses and looks at me with a smirk. “Yeah I thought you gals might want to modify that one for your own preference, I just added the standard pads which can be used for bandages in an emergency,” I said and they all nodded and Rachel continued to read from the list. “One pocket sewing kit , one box water and wind proof matches , a towel , Duncan's words of inspiration , toilet paper (one roll flattened in a resealable bag) , a camp trowel , a pocket knife , 9 aseptic water packs , 3 shelf stable milk boxes , and 6 juice boxes .” “2 food containers. each food containers contain: 2 granola bars , 1/3 lb. graham crackers , 5 (1.4 oz.) pkg. sandwich crackers , 6 (.5 oz.) fruit roll-ups , 4 (2 oz.) pkg. trail mix , 5 (1.5 oz.) pkg. Raisins , 6 to 7-1/2 oz. Tube of peanut butter , 3 oz. can tuna , 7 strips of beef jerky , 1 pkg. Gum , A nesting fork, spoon, knife set, and 18 individual wet wipes. That's damn impressive. And thoughtful. Thank you Dunk. Rachel said.” “Yes, I would have never thought of putting something like this together. I really appreciate it, Sir.” Gena smiled. “Yes, thank you... Master. Your Pet very much appreciates your kindness towards her.” Martha grinned bowing low. Gena looked at the Skunkette in slack jawed shock. “Any time my Pet, it is a fun game you and I are playing here, and before we go any further, you and I need to have a long talk, but first I think a cooking demo may be in order, yes?” I asked looking at all assembled and getting a nod from each as well as a very happy smile. “Agreed, you really rocked my world and I still think of you like some fucking drug and my body is really jonesing for another fix.” she vamped playfully, I knew at that point she had worked her way past the worst of her emotional catharses. “Well I am sure I can accommodate you my sweet Skunkette. Gena any questions?” I asked the mouse. “Well Rachel and I had a very instructive session that has given me a lot of new perspectives I want to go over with you at some point. I was talking with my ceramics teacher about primitive firing techniques using wood fired hand built kilns. He gave me some pointers on designs and thought the idea to incorporate a waste heat exchanger to both heat the studio as well as fire up a hot tub was brilliant. And he wanted me to keep in touch because he wanted to tour the studio when I got it into production... and your casting is almost as much fun as the real thing.” she added with a blush. “That's good to know. I think you will have a lot of fun with this project. I look forward to hearing your insights as well as what you and Rachel shared.” I chuckled giving her a wink. Turning to Martha I took her hand in mine. “Would you like to talk about what's been filling your notebooks before you get your 'hippy fix' my Pet?” I asked lightly running my finger across her palm, causing the Skunkette to suddenly gasp spiking her nipples. “Ohmygawds, Yes! Truth be told, I don't know where to start.” she shuddered pulling the notebooks from her bag. “But I will say it has been an interesting week. Thanks for the heads up that experience really put me through the wringer I.. I was caring a lot more baggage than even I thought. I just Ghosted through classes, focusing on writing down Everything related to what I was going through.” “Well I am glad you took the time to capture as much of that as you could. What you went through was a primal experience, overall how would you describe the Experience?” Well, after you dropped me off at my door with the Best good night kiss of my life, I poured myself a glass of wine, surveyed my pantries and realized that I had no real food in my house! Then I found a notebook and started writing, just taking down the incredible experience I just had... I mean I just had my first sexing with a human!” Martha Exclaimed “Hey, welcome to the club Girl, you sure picked a real winner for your first time!” Gena chuckled holding up her thumbs in approval. “I know, Right? My gawd!” Martha giggled with a blush. “But it seriously fucked with my head for about a week. Duncan warned me and you were soo right this kind of primal experience just lays you open and all the baggage around sexual taboos come roaring forward. “I warned you that one side effect would be that your psyche would open up and you would fall into it and have to face all your 'good girl' programming...” Duncan said with a wink. “And you were Soo right!I went through it all: Joy disrepair Guilt shame depression self-loathing pleasure and remembering the Power! my Gawd a lot of that 'good girl' programming was tough to get through but it was almost like I was being guided through it by a spirit I couldn't see, only sense, like I was following a trail through an unknown landscape but I knew I was on the right track that the place I wanted to be was to be found at the end of the trail.” My Skunkette murred happily. To Be Continued... [ Patchouli]