2 comments/ 12950 views/ 4 favorites Alicia's Choice Ch. 01 By: Kandr_Newall Alicia was rolling up cinnamon buns when the couple came in. It was a quiet Friday night, and she usually locked up at nine, but in between icing cupcakes and mixing dough for the rolls, she had forgotten. She smiled at her late-night customers and turned to wash her hands. It may be quiet tonight, she thought, but tomorrow morning the neighborhood would be crowded with shoppers. Alicia's little bakery would be humming, so she wanted to have plenty of hot buns to sell. As she dried her hands, she watched the man push in the girl's chair and sit down next to her. The girl looked like a student from the university, in her baggy jeans and tight red sweater, with her brown hair tied back in a ponytail. She was cute, maybe too cute to be with the man. He was at least several years older, but only a little taller than her, with merely average looks. He was wearing a purple dress shirt, untucked, and black corduroy slacks. Alicia guessed that he was a grad student, maybe taking advantage of the girl's naivety. She was certainly staring at him intently, her palms flat on her thighs, and didn't turn when Alicia approached the table. "I'll have one slice of chocolate cake," he said in a calm, smooth voice. "And for you?" Alicia smiled at the girl, but found that she was still staring at him. "She'll have some of mine," he said. "She won't need a fork." "I'll bring that right out," Alicia said out of habit. She puzzled at his manners as she walked back behind the counter. She took out her famous chocolate cake and cut a thick slice. At the culinary institute, Alicia's cake recipe had won a medal in a televised contest. After two years as the pastry chef at a four-star restaurant, Alicia had used that flash of publicity and a nice pants suit to borrow enough money to start her bakery. It was three years later, and customers were still coming in who had heard or read about her chocolate cake. And she could afford two employees. Well, two part-time employees. Not bad for a woman staring at 29, she told herself. The man turned to watch Alicia return with the cake. His eyes moved over Alicia's body without hesitation, and he smiled as she set the plate and fork on the table. The girl didn't take her eyes off the man. "Thank you," he said, picking up the fork. Alicia was startled by his brazen stare, and merely nodded and went back to her cinnamon buns. A voice in her head told her to be upset, that a customer was undressing her with his eyes. Yet there was something about the smooth, fearless way he did it, and the confident tone of his voice, that left her unbalanced. She took a deep breath and decided to focus on finishing the buns. But as her hands fell into the familiar rhythm of rolling dough, her attention drifted back to the couple. He took the first bite himself. He took his time, clearly appreciating the smell of the chocolate cake, and savoring the taste in his mouth. Alicia always liked customers who ate her desserts slowly. She was a baker because she loved all the smells and textures and tastes of dessert, and she was proud of her recipes, ingredients, and preparation. He took the first bite himself, but then he started feeding her. He would cut a piece of the rich, dark cake and offer it to her. Each time, she would carefully open her soft red lips and accept the bite with a grateful expression, as if being given an extraordinary gift. She would chew carefully, letting her eyes half-close with pleasure. She never stopped looking at him. To Alicia, it seemed like she was enjoying his attention almost as much as the cake. For a long moment, Alicia found herself wishing she could be the girl. She imagined herself as the focus of his attention, being fed one bite at a time. He paused to take some bites himself. Together, Alicia and the girl sighed quietly. But then he set down the fork and started feeding her with his hand. She was leaning forward, her hands still flat on her thighs, but palms up now. With each bite, she would suck the cake and frosting off his fingers, and look at him with devotion. Once, Alicia thought he said, "Good girl." And then the cake was gone. The man stood up and left more than enough money on the table. He didn't look directly at Alicia, but she realized that she'd stopped rolling cinnamon buns, stopped moving altogether, and she couldn't remember when. A small smile played in the corner of his mouth. Then he beckoned for the girl to follow him, and he left without a word. The girl stood up quickly and hurried after him. As they walked by the windows, Alicia could see that the girl had caught up, but for some reason remained a step behind him. ... As Alicia finished the buns and put them in the walk-in, she kept thinking about the couple. She locked up, but she didn't want to wait for the bus. She decided to walk the dozen or so blocks back to the apartment. She hoped the exercise would make her tired, but she couldn't stop thinking about them: how the man had looked at Alicia, the sound of his voice, and how elated the girl had obviously felt while being fed. Alicia wondered if they were having really good sex right now. She wondered what sex with him would be like. Alicia had moved in with her boyfriend about a month ago. They reached that point in a relationship where you move in or split up, so she moved in. Besides, his apartment was close to the bakery, so that was convenient. Her boyfriend was moderately attractive and safe, and maybe they were falling in love. At least, that's what Alicia hoped was happening, or would happen, now that they lived together. But she hadn't really unpacked yet: most of her boxes were still stacked in the bedroom. He was away on a business trip for a few days. Before he left, he dropped some hints about proposing to her. She found herself worrying about that. Alicia wouldn't describe herself as a passionate person. But she loved baking desserts, and she loved how her desserts made people feel when they ate them. When she tried a new recipe, Alicia would bring him a cookie or a slice of cake or an eclair, and ask his opinion. He was on a low-carb diet, so he'd take one bite and say something nice and go back to what he was doing. He sort of approached sex the same way. He preferred it in the dark, without talking, and always the same, obvious position. He even seemed uncomfortable being naked, or with her being naked. Alicia had lived by herself for a couple years before moving in. On her mornings off, she liked to lounge naked in bed, surfing on her laptop and eating leftover cinnamon buns. After her first week in the apartment, he'd bought her a large cotton bathrobe. She thought about that as she took off her work clothes. She left them in a pile by the closet, under the hook where the bathrobe hung. Her brain was still buzzing. So Alicia grabbed her laptop and sprawled on the bed in her underwear. She checked her email and a few friends' blogs. Another graduate from the culinary institute was raving about a new cocoa supplier, and she made a note to call for some samples. But she was really building up the courage to Google something. "Voyeur" ...she knew the word, of course. But after watching the man feed the girl like that, she wondered if she was, well, into that. The first websites were porn, and it took a few minutes to find what she wanted. "Are you a voyeur?" yielded some better hits, and she started reading. After a few sites, Alicia realized she was searching for wrong thing. It wasn't that she enjoyed watching the girl: she wanted to be the girl. "Are you an exhibitionist?" Some of the sites were very graphic in their descriptions. Exhibitionists described their most wild or sensual experiences, like flashing their breasts, bending over without panties, or even touching themselves. Alicia realized she was starting to get turned on. She was imagining herself in some of the situations, and was surprised by how it excited her. But the descriptions still didn't match the couple in the bakery. One website listed a series of related topics, and Alicia found another word she knew, but had never really thought about. "Are you a submissive?" She read a couple sites, and knew she was on the right path. On one website, submissives described their own sensual experiences. One even talked about being fed by her Master. Alicia found herself getting more aroused, acutely aware of that she was almost naked. She started fantasizing about someone seeing her like this. "Master," she read. Was the man a Master? Is that what she had experienced? Alicia kept reading and clicking and reading. She found descriptions and pictures of women following men, one step behind. Women looking up eagerly at men. Women kneeling. Women wearing collars. Women naked in front of a group of men. Women touching themselves in front of men. Alicia gasped, suddenly aware of hard her nipples were, how wet her panties had become. She imagined how she would feel, if she was kneeling naked in front of the man from the bakery. She imagined touching herself for him, begging for... begging for... Something. Alicia closed the laptop and rolled over. She tried to calm down. But she didn't fall asleep for a long time. Alicia's Choice Ch. 02 On Saturday, Alicia was too busy working to think about the man or the websites. It was probably her bakery's best day so far. She had enough cinnamon buns to get through the morning rush, just barely. Alicia and her employees were busy most of the day, mixing and spreading and baking and selling. She ran out of chocolate cakes to sell, so she had to take orders for three customers. It was a kind of relief when the crowd thinned in the evening. As Alicia rode the bus back to the apartment, she was exhausted but happy. She liked busy days. She liked the bone-weary soreness of hard work, and she felt proud of making so many customers happy. She knew that most of her new business came from word of mouth. As she unlocked the apartment that night, she started thinking about the man and the girl. No, that wasn't right. She started thinking about the Master and His submissive. His, capitalized. She kept flashing back to her lips opening to receive His fingers, to the way He watched her, and the way He... took care of her? Alicia didn't understand it, not completely. Yet something inside wanted to feel like that. Something arousing. Alicia undressed and walked back down the hall to the bathroom. She left the door open and stepped into the shower. Years ago she'd discovered the pleasures of a shower hose. She let the warm water melt away the tension in her neck and shoulders. Then she leaned back against the wall and adjusted the shower head. Alicia passed the pulsating spray of water back and forth over her upper body. She closed her eyes and reveled in the rhythmic pressure against her breasts. She felt her nipples get sensitized, and imagined the Master looking at them. She imagined Him reaching out to her, as He did to His submissive. Only instead of feeding her, He was touching her breast. She reached up and squeezed her nipple, and cried out softly. She lowered the pulsating head down her tummy to her sex, and caught her breath at the sensation. She had pleasured herself this way countless times before, but the fantasy of the Master was increasing her arousal and passions. She spread herself and pressed the shower head against her softness. She could hear herself moaning above the sound of the water, and she imagined how pleased He'd be to see her like this. She could feel herself rapidly approaching her peak, from the heady mix of her imaginary lover and the very real, very fast rhythm of warm water. She smiled with pleasure and opened her eyes just a little. She took a deep breath of steamy air, then froze. Alicia hadn't bother to pull the curtain all the way closed, and through the gap she could see the mirror above the sink. From this angle, it showed the bathroom doorway. Through a layer of condensation, she could see someone standing there. Her mind reeled. She tried to believe it was her boyfriend, but he wouldn't be back for days. She tried to believe it was just her imagination, letting her see the Master from the bakery. But this was someone new. He was very tall, with close-cut hair and broad shoulders. He was wearing a dark suit. His posture was poised and confident, as if there was nothing extraordinary about the situation. Through the foggy mirror, she couldn't make out His face very well, but He looked straight into her eyes. After a moment, Alicia realized that if she could see Him, He could see her. He could probably see all of her, including the frothing shower head. She was terrified, and a dozen rape and murder scenarios flashed through her mind. But then He raised His hand. In the reflection, Alicia saw a large blue crystal set in silver. Something in the stone pushed away her confusion and her fear. Her mind was free to return to the sensation of water pulsating against her sex, and to the fantasy of being watched. And now she was really being watched. Her arousal returned quickly, and once more she could feel the coming crest. She looked up from the ring, into His eyes. He nodded, as if in approval, and she was filled with ecstasy. Wave after wave of pleasure coursed through her sex into the rest of her body. It was the best orgasm she could remember, and it went on and on and on. She couldn't see, couldn't hear, couldn't even hold onto the shower hose. It flailed around wildly, spraying water everywhere. Finally, her pleasure waned. Her confusion and fear started to return. Alicia fumbled to turn off the water and drew the curtain aside. The doorway was empty. Cautiously, she drew a towel around her and peered down the hall. Empty. Somehow, she knew she wouldn't find anything. But she ran to the bedroom and grabbed her cellphone. She dialed 9-1-1 and rested her finger on Send. Alicia slowly searched the apartment, holding the towel closed with one hand and the cellphone in the other. The front door was locked. The windows were locked. She was alone. Alicia went back to the bedroom. She climbed into bed and pulled the blankets up. Then she squirmed out of the towel and dropped it on the floor. She felt very vulnerable, and yet strangely calm. The cellphone was still with her, but so was the afterglow of that incredible orgasm. She was certain she'd be awake for hours. But as she thought about the ring and her pleasure, she fell asleep almost immediately. ... Sunday morning was another busy time at the bakery. The afternoon crowd was lighter, however, so Alicia found the time to bake some cakes. She let her employee serve the customers, and lost herself in her favorite recipe. Soon, the smell of baking chocolate filled the space. Alicia's employee had to promise that one of the cakes would be sold by the slice, so a few customers said they'd be back in an hour. That made Alicia smile. As she frosted the first cake, Alicia's mind drifted back to the Master. It was probably the smell of the chocolate, because she could vividly remember Him feeding His submissive. Alicia was using an electric hand mixer to prepare the next batch of batter. Her back was to the room, and she wanted to try something. She turned off the mixer and set it down. Then she cut a thin slice of the newly-frosted cake. Using her fingertips, she broke off a morsel and raised it to her mouth. She opened her lips and devoured the cake slowly. She imagined the Master was feeding her. In her mind's eye, she smiled at Him in devotion. The sound of the door chime brought her back for a moment. Alicia turned around, feeling a little self-conscious, and watched the door close behind a departing customer. The bakery was temporarily empty, so her employee asked to go on break. Alicia said yes, and turned back to the cake batter. She picked up the mixer and turned it on. She tried to focus on the recipe, but what she really wanted was another bite of cake. She used her free hand to break off another mouthful. As she leaned forward to take the bite, she bumped into the mixer handle. Its buzzing motor sent high-frequency vibrations down her tummy, and she caught her breath. Alicia paused only a moment, then leaned farther forward and pressed the handle against her apron. She broke off another bite of cake and fed herself slowly. She imagined it was His fingers she was sucking on. Only now He had the face of the man from the shower. The mixer buzzed quietly against her midriff, and her sex purred. It wasn't as satisfying as her vibrator, but with the fantasy of Him, it was almost enough. She felt her breathing quicken, and she fumbled for more cake. She thought if He would just feed her one more bite, she would cum. The door chime startled Alicia and she straightened up quickly. Turning around, she almost forgot about the mixer. The beaters banged angrily against the metal bowl, and the noise brought her back. She turned it off and tried to spread a smile over her surprised face. The customer was an older man. He smiled back, like he was aware he'd just walked in on something but didn't know what. As he approached the counter, Alicia wondered if she looked aroused, perhaps flushed. She realized she wasn't embarrassed by the possibility. "Exhibitionist," she thought to herself. ... After closing up, Alicia decided to walk back the apartment. She was surprised at how awake she felt. No, not awake: aroused. If she really was an exhibitionist, she should stop deceiving herself. For the first block, she tried to remember how powerful the mixer in the apartment was. She realized it was still somewhere in her boxes. Then she laughed, because she knew exactly where the shower hose was. She'd never forget that shower hose, now. As she locked the apartment door behind her, Alicia had a new idea. She had been thinking about the man in the mirror and that wonderful orgasm. Although the apartment had been empty, she was certain He'd been there. She'd only seen His reflection, and that inspired a plan. Alicia undressed in the bedroom and took her vibrator from its hiding place. She briefly wondered what her boyfriend would think, if he found her lying naked on the bed enjoying herself. But her boyfriend left her thoughts as quickly as he entered. Alicia opened one of the boxes on top of the stack and found her hand mirror. Then she sat down on the bed, naked, with her back to the door. She started slowly, just teasing her breasts and running her fingernails up her thighs. She soon realized she didn't need her usual warm-up, that her body was ready for more. Alicia lay back on the bed, closed her eyes, and turned on her vibrator. With a smile, she started on her tummy, remembering the mixer. Then she slid the humming rod down between her thighs, and opened her sex to its magic. As she pleasured herself, Alicia imagined Him standing in the doorway, watching her. Watching her rub the vibrator over her sex and inside it. She arched her back, to better display her breasts for His enjoyment. She shifted her hips, showing Him how wanton she was. She started breathing faster, and she could feel the rough texture of the bedspread against her bare bum. Ass, she told herself. An exhibitionist has an ass. As Alicia approached her peak, she groaned loudly with pleasure. She groaned for Him. With her free hand, she readied the mirror. She kept her eyes closed, just as she had in the shower, and wished with all her might that He was really there, watching her. That He would give her ecstasy, just as the Master had fed her that cake. When she was very close, she opened her eyes and held up the mirror. He was standing in the bedroom doorway. His suit was old fashioned yet elegant. He needed a shave, yet He looked like He was too busy or too fearless to care. His eyes were an unusual shade of green, and bright with intelligence and... and... Dominance? Alicia didn't have time to time to think about that, because once again He nodded. With His approval, she pressed the vibrator hard against herself and thumbed the speed to high. Naked, she came for Him: hard, deep, and over and over and over. She nearly blacked out from the pleasure, and her grip on the mirror went slack. "Oh Master!" she whispered. "Thank you." Several long moments later, after the last of the many waves of pleasure receded, Alicia turned off the vibrator. She smiled drowsily, feeling better than she could ever remember feeling. She didn't bother looking for Him this time: she wasn't afraid, and she knew she wouldn't find Him. She rolled over, tunneled into the sheets, and fell asleep immediately. Alicia's Choice Ch. 03 Alicia woke up feeling good. She turned off the alarm, yawned, and pushed back the sheets. She propped herself up against the headboard and looked down at her body. Alicia ran her hands over her breasts and down her tummy, then explored the curves of her thighs. A week ago, she had found herself looking for signs of aging. Now she simply felt beautiful, sexy, desirable. She liked the feeling, and she wanted it to last. Alicia smiled a wicked smile. She got up and started her morning routine without getting dressed. The chair at the kitchen table was cold under her ass, but otherwise she delighted in being naked. In the shower, she carefully shaved her legs, and admired the way the water flowed over them. Then she studied her bush. She hadn't shaved her soft parts for years, but suddenly she wanted nothing to hide her sex. She took her time, both because she was out of practice, and because she wanted to be thorough. After drying off, Alicia padded back to the bedroom. When she'd found the mirror last night, she'd seen something else interesting. It was an old Victoria's Secret bag. She took it out and opened it. After a boyfriend at the culinary institute dumped her, Alicia's friend had got her drunk and taken her shopping. The new lingerie was supposed to help her find a rebound guy, but she'd never worn any of it. There were several sexy bras and matching panties. The last time she looked at them, she'd thought they were vaguely slutty. But today, she wanted to feel silk and lace against her smooth places. She considered the red for a moment, but chose black instead. The panties felt as good as she'd hoped, cupping her sex. The bra was half a size too small, but she liked how it lifted her breasts. Alicia noticed the time. She quickly finished getting dressed and ran to the bus stop. ... Mondays were usually slow. After the morning rush of danish, muffins, cinnamon buns, and coffee, the bakery was quiet. Alicia's employee left to go to class. Alicia took out her laptop and started doing her least favorite thing: balancing the books. She preferred to bake with the best ingredients. Confronting the financial realities of a small business was always a compromise between her passions and her sensibility. There were so many tedious expenses, like insurance, and paying her lawyer's retainer. Alicia was frowning at a spreadsheet when the door chimed. She looked up, then stared. The Master from the mirror was choosing a table. He was wearing the same vintage suit, complete with the blue ring. Alicia was fascinated by how He moved: how He carried Himself, and how He sat down like He owned the building. She was reminded of royalty. If He was aware of her staring, He gave no notice. He picked up a menu and opened it. Alicia smoothed her apron and walked to His table. She tried to find her smile, but all she could think about was that He'd seen her naked. "Cheshire Desserts," He said in a low, confident voice. "That's clever." He sounded sincere, and His tone was crisp yet approving. Alicia smiled with pleasure. He looked up from the menu, and fixed her with His unusual green eyes. He ran His attention slowly down her body, without scruples. He looked at her the way a man looks at a stripper, but without any unease. "I was curious about your other sweets. But of course, you'll bring me a slice of chocolate cake." He smiled enigmatically. Alicia blushed, feeling the heat race up her neck and cheeks. "Yes... Sir," she found herself saying. She somehow needed to add an honorific, and desperately hoped that was the right one. Alicia steadied herself as she walked back behind the counter, feeling His eyes on her back. She told herself that it was a sharp knife and she'd look foolish and clumsy if she wasn't careful. She plated a large slice of cake. Then she picked up one fork, and remembered the Master from Friday night. This new Master, from the mirror... She realized He had an unusual accent. She couldn't place it. When she set the plate and fork in front of Him, the Master smiled again. "Marvelous." He picked up the fork with long, nimble fingers. Alicia stood there, watching in anticipation. He had given her such ecstasy. She hoped the cake would please Him. He ate slowly, clearly enjoying each bite. He looked at her once, in a way that suggested that He knew she was there, but without dismissing her. With each bite, Alicia felt her mouth water, and she opened her lips slightly. She desperately wanted Him to feed her. He even paused on the last forkful, holding it above the plate and looking at her. Then He slipped it into His mouth. She realized she was holding her breath, and she let it out. He set the fork down on the plate, and nodded in approval. "You have pleased me," He said, and reached into His coat. "No charge!" she burst out. "Sir." He smiled that enigmatic smile, and His green eyes drank her in again. "Then I shall reward you thus..." He stood up and pushed His chair in. "You are correct. With your complexion, the black looks better than the red." He didn't wait for a reply, but left the bakery without haste. Alicia stood there speechless. She glanced down at the crumbs on the plate. Then she looked up and watched Him enter the bookstore across the street. She watched Him select a magazine from the rack and pay for it, before sitting in a chair near the window. He began to read. The door chimed. A group of talking, laughing college students tumbled into the bakery. Alicia let herself fall into the rhythm of taking their orders, serving desserts, and giving them change. She looked across the street every few minutes, and He was still there. She never saw Him look up, but she felt like He was watching her. She could still hear the crisp, accented sound of His voice. She could feel her silk panties, clinging to her shaved sex. ... As Alicia closed up, she looked for Him. But at some point the last half hour, He had left the bookstore. She looked up and down the street, but didn't see Him. As she rode the bus back to the apartment, Alicia replayed in her mind the three meetings with the Master from the mirror: with the shower hose, with her vibrator, and now with her chocolate cake. She wanted to see Him again. Some part of her needed to see Him again, to have Him look at her like that. In the apartment, Alicia didn't lock the door behind her. She started a bubble bath and undressed. She studied her body in the mirror, and wondered if she was beautiful enough to please Him. Alicia left the bathroom door open and lowered herself into the hot bath. She relaxed into the sensual warmth, and used her hands to smooth the tension out of her thighs. Then she lay there for many minutes, half closing her eyes and thinking about Him. Alicia started feeling aroused, and she took handfuls of bubbles and caressed her breasts. She slid her hands over her tummy and hips, and reached for her sex. She closed her eyes and imagined He was watching her. She was acutely aware of where the mirror was, but she kept her eyes shut. She focused all her attention on looking good, on raising her breasts above the clouds of bubbles, on sliding her finger up and down in her groove. She loved the feel of water against her sex, and her pleasure slowly increased. She wanted to cum for Him, wanted Him to nod in that approving way. The water sloshed quietly from her vigorous stroking, and she moaned in anticipation. Alicia opened her eyes and looked eagerly at the mirror. The doorway was empty. Alicia groaned in frustration, and tried going faster. For a minute or so, she thought she might cum. But she couldn't now, not without Him watching. She stared at the mirror plaintively, and she was sure she looked very eager. The empty hallway stared back. The water was getting cold, and she stopped in frustration. Alicia got out of the bathtub, still feeling very aroused, and sullenly wrapped a towel around herself. She headed for the bedroom, to use her vibrator. The Master from the mirror was standing by her boxes, looking through the Victoria's Secret bag. He didn't turn around. In His calm, low voice, He said, "The blue might also look good on you, sweetling." Alicia's heart was in her throat, but she wasn't afraid. He could give her what she wanted, what her body wanted, and He was standing right there. She dropped the towel. He put the bag back and turned around unhurriedly. His eyes swept over her wet, naked body with brazen interest. He smiled His enigmatic smile. "Yes... You like to be looked at. That pleases me." He walked towards her, and the air around Him seemed to shimmer, like a heat mirage. That's odd, she thought, but then she didn't care, because He was looking at her. "Leaving the door unlocked was also pleasing. Unnecessary, but pleasing." He stopped in front of her, close enough to touch her. Alicia trembled with anticipation, silently urging Him to reach out. "You want to ask me something," He murmured. Alicia remembered the Words she had read, on a website. "I... I want to be yours, Sir," she said as demurely as she could. "Please." "No." He let the word linger between them for a long moment, then smiled a small smile. "The words you're actually looking for are, 'I submit, Master.' But you don't really know what that means, not yet. I'm offering you a chance to learn." Alicia tried to swallow her disappointment and push away her confusion. She suddenly felt more naked than sexy, and a little cold. She stared at His shoes, feeling numb inside. The Master reached out and cupped her chin with His fingers. He looked down into her eyes. "No, Alicia. You are very attractive, and your submission is beautiful. Your passions burn hot, and they will burn hotter still, once we strip away your confusion and your hesitation. I will help teach you. But first..." His free hand moved to her bare shoulder, and He caressed her upper arm gently. It felt so good, to be held by Him. To be the focus of His attention. "I can take you to a place you've never been," He explained. "A place where your passions can light up a city. A place where what you're feeling now, and how you feel when you're baking, will never be strange or wrong or unappreciated." Alicia lost herself in the sound of His voice. She still felt confused, but she also wanted to understand what He was talking about. Was He referring to His house? Or maybe a club for Masters and submissives? She'd read about those. There was something in the way He talked about the place: He made it sound like something very different. He seemed to be speaking literally, but then His words didn't make sense. Light up a city? Alicia's body was deciding for her. With His hand on her arm, and His eyes on her bare breasts, she felt warm and safe and eager. He released her chin and offered her His hand, palm up. She was ready to answer before He asked the question. He looked into her eyes and smiled encouragingly. "Do you want to come with me?"