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Your Wish Come True by Pol Roger Chapter 7 Mind and Body A day of pampering can cheer a girl up MANDY made sure she was up early, before six o'clock. She showered and dressed in comfortable clothes, a loose pink, grey and white gym outfit with pink and white runners and a hooded top. She had bought the outfit the day before with Emma. She put her hair in a ponytail with a pink scrunchy on top of her head again, letting it settle at the front on either shoulder and also down her back. She had agreed with Emma that she should see a gynaecologist. The only one she knew was Brian Ball's wife, Cynthia, whom she knew was well regarded professionally. At seven o'clock Mandy looked up her surgery and rang the number. She thought it was probably too early but there was no harm in trying. A woman's voice answered. "Yes, sorry to ring so early, but I'd like to make an appointment as soon as I can with Dr Ball please ... Sorry, no, I haven't seen her before ... I see, so how long is the waiting list? ... That is a long time. Is there any way to get an appointment sooner? I want to see her as soon as I can. Actually, I'm a friend of her husband ... Yes, Brian ... Oh, this is Dr Ball ... Mandy Vero ... Umm, no we haven't met (or you wouldn't think so anyway, she thought) ... How do I know him? Umm, sort of from work ... No, I don't work at the office ... Oh, thank you so much, that's fantastic! I really appreciate it. I'll see you tomorrow then. Ten o'clock." That seemed a strange sort of phone call Mandy thought. Cynthia had always seemed much friendlier than that on the occasions they had met. Now what to do about "Derek" not coming in today. She decided she needed to talk to Emma for advice. She rang Emma's mobile phone. "Hi Em, it's Dad, I mean Mandy. Are you on your way? ... Can't you get here any sooner? There's something really important I need to tell you and I need your advice ... Yes, pretty urgent ... You can? Thanks, Em. See you soon. Love you." Emma was there in forty minutes. Mandy filled her in on the e-mail and the documents. She was sure Emma would be as excited as she was. But at the end of her account of her now seeming to have a verifiable legal identity, Emma looked thoughtful and unhappy. "Is something wrong?" she asked. "Everything's wrong," said Emma. "Yesterday you were in a mess but now it all seems to be working out just a bit too conveniently. None of it makes sense. You could have been this Mandy Vero all along and have done something to my father." "But don't you see, if there's some fortune that the wishcometrue company have somehow organised for me, then that removes the motive for doing anything to "Derek". It backs up what I've been saying," Mandy said. "Why would some internet company change you into a girl and then make you rich? Next you'll be famous. Was that in the wish? Are all the female celebrities we read about former male solicitors? I was beginning to be taken in but it's just too far-fetched." Mandy sank onto the sofa. "I thought it was good news," she said. Emma studied Mandy for a while. Finally she spoke up. "I guess it is good news. It's just a bit hard to swallow." "So we're still friends?" asked Mandy. "Yes, okay," answered Emma. Mandy smiled with relief and pleasure. Emma couldn't help smiling back. "So what was the advice you wanted?" asked Emma Mandy's smile faded. "Well, it's about the office. They'll be expecting me--that is, Derek--in today. Should I try to make some excuse to put them off, like an e-mail or a text message, which is eventually going to make things more complicated and be hard to explain, or now that I have an identity should we just let things take their course, let them start investigating and when they discover me say I've been staying at Derek's and he has suddenly vanished?" Emma frowned. She read the e-mail from Thornton's Solicitors again, and looked at the printed passport and birth certificate copies. "It says Dad was acting for you," she said. "Yes, but I never did. This is the first I've heard about Mandy Vero. I called her Vere, remember. Vero means "true" in Italian by the way. That's what I wished about the Picture. Makes sense, doesn't it?" "No," said Emma, "it doesn't. And it was Dad that called you Vere. It was my grandmother's maiden name. And I note that it seems to have become what shall "we" do about the office." Emma seemed to be thinking. Then she spoke: "It's interesting that you called yourself Vere until you read this e-mail." Mandy began to roll her eyes in exasperation, but Emma interrupted her. "No, I mean that it seems to support your story. You and Dad both had the same story about your name, but it turned out to be wrong. You would think you would know your own name if you were you and not him." "That's right!" Mandy exclaimed. "If I was Mandy Vero all along, why would I say it was Vere? Unless I was trying to impersonate your cousin, which I never have. I told you right away that I'd made that up." Emma was frowning in thought again. "I think you should forestall events. Ring the office and tell them Dad, that is Derek, has been missing since yesterday. Tell them you're staying with him. I can vouch that it's true. Better still, I could ring them, concerned about Dad, and then you can back me up." Mandy rushed over to Emma and threw her arms around her. She held her tight for several seconds, then let go. Tears were welling in her eyes. "Thanks, Em," she said. Emma rang Derek's office and as planned asked if her father was there, as she had not been able to get hold of him since yesterday. She spoke to Brian Ball. She was at her father's now, she told him, and the only person there was Mandy Vero who was staying with her father and who had not seen him since he left the day before. Brian was aware that Miss Ball was a client, he said, and he had found an e-mail about her. He asked her if the house was secure and whether anything was missing. She told him everything seemed to be fine. He said to wait a few more hours, then ring him again. It may be necessary to contact the police. Then he asked to speak to Mandy. Startled by this, Emma covered the mouthpiece of the phone and turned to Mandy. "He wants to speak to you," she said. "You'd better do it." Mandy took the phone from Emma. "Hello, Mandy here." "Am I speaking to Miranda Vero?" It was the familiar voice her colleague Brian Ball. For some reason it sent a shiver down her spine. "Yes, that's right." It seemed strange to be talking to him in a girl's voice. She felt as though she were impersonating someone else. She flashed a smile towards Emma, who scowled back, mouthing something she couldn't make out. "Miss Vero, I have been going through Mr Ross's cases and we have some important matters we need to attend to on your behalf. We have been trying to get in touch with you since yesterday but we didn't seem to have a contact number or address. Unfortunately I wasn't aware you were staying with Mr Ross." There was a pause. "Yes, he allowed me to stay here," Mandy said, thinking she had better say something, "because I didn't know anyone else. But he seems to have gone missing." "Do you know anything about where he may be?" asked Brian. "It's a mystery to me, sorry. I've been that worried about him. He's been very kind to me." Emma was making gestures at Mandy not to say anything more. "Well we're very worried here as well. Do you mind if I handle your interests until Mr Ross can take over again? I think we need to attend to one or two matters quite quickly." "No, I'd be happy for you to handle things," Mandy answered. "Good. Are you able to come to our offices tomorrow? There are some important papers for you to sign, and I have some documents to give you. Would two o'clock suit you?" Mandy agreed to the appointment. "Now," Brian went on, "may I speak with Miss Ross again? Oh, I notice it was your birthday yesterday. I hope you had a happy birthday in spite of your loss." "Yes, thank you." She wondered what Brian meant. "Here's Emma." Mandy handed the phone back to Emma. "Emma, I'm going to ring the police now to inform them that your father seems to be missing. They may know if he has been involved in an accident or have other information, but I don't want you to worry. You don't live with your father anymore, do you? "No. Peter and I have lived with Mum since she and Dad separated," said Emma. "If you haven't heard from your father by this afternoon, I would like to call the police to his house and I want to be there when they come," Brian went on. "Are you able to be there as well?" "Yes, I can be here this afternoon," answered Emma. "Good," said Brain. "Will you call me around three to let me know if you've heard from him? This must be very worrying for you, and for Miss Vero. I think I understand why your father let her stay with him. She's been through a rough time, poor thing." Emma ended the call. "It seems you've been through a rough time," she said to Mandy. "Did he talk about my loss? The e-mail mentioned a will. This is very confusing. I think I've been changed into someone else altogether." "Do you still want to go to Amelia's?" Emma asked. "I've been dreading something happening to prevent us going. I'm really looking forward to it." "Well, we'd better go then." Mandy really needed the coat she got the day before. It was bitterly cold outside today. They left the apartment and hailed a cab to take them the short distance to Chelsea. Why am I so excited by this? Mandy wondered to herself as the taxi wound its way through the traffic. Because it makes you feel really feminine and beautiful, she told herself. She felt a sudden fear. But I didn't want this. It scares me. You're not really scared. You're just excited. Remember? You're going to see how it feels. You're very curious and you want to embrace everything about your Transformation. You feel very confident and daring. I suppose so, she told herself, not quite convinced. "Emma," Mandy said turning to her companion, "You're really looking forward to this, aren't you?" "Oh yes!" said Emma. "Does it hurt?" Mandy asked, a little anxiously. "It depends what you have done. Waxing for example. That hurts a lot. But it's really worth it." "So I shouldn't worry?" "This is going to be so great!" Emma replied, more to herself than Mandy. There, you see? Mandy told herself. You're even more excited than Emma. Mandy suddenly realised she was excited. She could hardly contain herself. She was going to try everything. OUTSIDE Amelia's, Emma spoke to Mandy. "Listen, things are getting a bit complicated, with the police starting to get involved and everything. I think you have to stop using Dad's bank account. I think you need to put back what we spent yesterday. I'll lend you the money. And I'm going to pay for Amelia's and Arvi's today, okay? I've got enough in my account. There are going to be enough questions asked about you anyway. Consider it a loan." Mandy could see Emma was right. She seemed to have taken charge, and Mandy was very grateful and willing for her to do so. She was automatically deferring to Emma. In fact she was starting to think of her as the older one. Once inside Amelia's, they began to choose the treatments they wanted. Emma had said she wanted a really professional waxing. Mandy thought she had better have the same. She decided she wanted underarm, legs and bikini-line waxing, and eyebrow shaping. This was to be done first, with various massage and skin treatments to follow. Then an aromatic facial and a full body Swedish massage. After this was an eyelash tint. A manicure and pedicure would finish things off. Mandy and Emma were both excited and full of enthusiasm and anticipation for their day of pampering, which endeared them to the staff. Mandy's smiling eagerness and seeming inexperience of beauty treatments encouraged them to try their best to make the experience a good one. The waxing was the first task. Mandy and Emma went to separate little rooms. Mandy knew from her recent time spent learning about teen fashions and trends that teenaged girls were getting fairly extreme bikini waxes these days. It was not something she had any first-hand experience of, since Dianne had never done anything to her pubic hair. Yet Mandy answered at once when the technician asked her what she wanted. "Brazilian, please," she said. Had she ever had one before? No? Carmel the technician explained that it could be rather painful. How painful? asked Mandy. How painful it was varied from person to person. But the first time was always the most painful. Mandy had misgivings. But something inside her was curious to know how much pain she could bear. She said to go ahead. She lay on a bed, which was covered with paper sheets, her legs apart and her knees bent. Perhaps she should be embarrassed at being so exposed, she wondered. Don't worry, she told herself. Carmel's seen it all a hundred times. Carmel began by trimming her pubic hair with a pair of scissors. She made no comment about Mandy's unshaven legs and underarms. Then she began putting very warm wax onto Mandy's thatch, dipping a stick into the pot of wax and spreading it onto Mandy's skin, followed by a cloth strip over the warm wax, pressing it firmly. After the wax had cooled she asked Mandy to stretch her skin upwards with her hands while Carmel took the edge of the strip in both her own hands. She gave the strip a sudden sharp pull. There was the sound of something ripping as her hair was torn out by the roots. Fire seemed to be burning her whole body in an intense white-hot flash of pain. Mandy felt like screaming, but as soon as she had formed the intention to do so, the pain, or the worst of it, had passed, and a wave of intense and ecstatic relief washed over her. She was in a cold sweat, but she had survived. The procedure was repeated again and again, with Mandy having to move into different positions, including on her sides, then on her front with her backside sticking up. Each time there was the intense pain followed by the sense of relief, but the pain was never as severe as the first pull. Carmel examined her minutely, waxing again and again, and in the end removing a few stray hairs with tweezers. She spread a soothing lotion over the waxed areas. Then Carmel trimmed and then waxed the hair under Mandy's arms, and her legs, but the pain was much less intense with these. She put more soothing lotion on, and Mandy was left with hardly any hair on her body except for a wispy perpendicular strip narrower than her little finger just above her vagina. The contrast between the incredible smoothness of her skin and the short curly strip felt irresistibly interesting. But her whole pubic area and anus felt highly sensitive and alive. She was almost unbearably aware of herself and wondered whether this might gradually lessen. Despite the pain she was feeling warm and aroused, and her vagina felt enlarged and prominent. She put her underpants back on, and the material touching her overly sensitive vagina made her feel weak in the knees. She and Emma emerged from their rooms at the same time. They both looked washed out but exhilarated. "I've had a Brazilian!" whispered Mandy to Emma. Emma's eyes widened. "Me too!" she said. "How was yours?" she asked. "Hurt like hell," said Mandy, "but now I feel like I'm floating." "Me too!" said Emma. "And I can't stop thinking how big it feels." "Have you had one before?" Mandy asked Emma. "No, never. Although I did shave it for a while, but I gave up a year ago. I like how it looked but I hated shaving every day," Emma answered. "Really? So did I!" Mandy said with feeling. They both grinned, and went hand in hand to the massage room. The rest of the morning went by in wonderful sensations of massaged skin, sequences of aromas, facial massages, and pampered bodies, interspersed with occasional food and drink, and lots of conversation. Their eyebrows were carefully shaped by a woman using a piece of thread, which she moved rapidly back and forth with great skill. A manicure and pedicure concluded their treatments. Both girls chose long French nails for their hands and French toenails as well. Mandy had found her long nails a nuisance the day before, and had cut them shorter. But now she actually wanted long nails. Perhaps she was getting carried away, but the gel which was painted on and hardened by an ultraviolet light made her nails feel almost indestructible. The manicurist at Amelia's told her that the gel was much harder than acrylic nails, and should never break. At least they wouldn't be chipping or splitting. She had been very kind to Mandy, saying she hoped her first manicure and pedicure (how did she know it was my first? Mandy wondered) would be a good experience. At the last minute Mandy couldn't resist getting a sparkly finish on both her fingers and toes. That looks so cool! Mandy thought to herself happily. They had been there for hours, and now Mandy had to quickly race to Arvi's in South Kensington for her hair appointment. She was a bit late, but thankfully Arvi, who was to cut her hair himself, was also running late. She smiled with relief as he greeted her and asked her to wait. Everyone was so pleasant, and kept checking to see if she needed anything as she sat reading a magazine. Eventually Arvi asked her to come in. Then she was asked to undress in a cubicle and change into a salon gown. She was led to a chair in the middle of the salon. "So sorry to make you wait," he said in an Eastern European accent. "Now let me look." He studied her face, ran his hands through her hair after removing her scrunchy, checked the ends and then stood behind her chair, playing with her hair as he spoke. "You are beootiful girl!" he said, "Your skin! Golden summer with a dash of cream!" He ran his hand down her cheek. "Now, sweetie, I tell you what we do. We keep it very simple, yes? Still long, but I make some layers underneath. Make you more like young lady, not so little girl, eh? Keep it smooth outside. The ends, more wispy, very fashionable. The colour is very good, very sexy. We do some highlights, ash tones, and gold--very subtle. And some lowlights, darker brown and wheat tones, not so much. We will need a few hours." He didn't wait for any further agreement, but called over a colourist to begin applying foils. He talked to this person for some time, describing exactly where he wanted colour put. She made some suggestions occasionally, some of which he accepted, others not. Then he spoke to Mandy again. "Okay, Terri will do your colours now. She is very good colourist. Best I have. You will be very pleased." Terri said hi and immediately began to work on Mandy. She worked with great concentration, speaking occasionally, and not unfriendly, but rather absorbed in wrapping strands of hair in foils with hair colour paste. Someone had given Mandy some magazines to look at while Terri worked. A girl came past and asked her if she wanted anything to drink--coffee or a glass of water or something from the juice bar. Mandy said no. She was feeling relaxed and very sleepy after the treatments at Amelia's. She closed her eyes and half dozed, her head still held steady, without realising how much time was passing, no longer even listening to the music playing in the salon. For some time she had sensed she had been left alone, and that Terri must have finished with her. Then she heard Terri speaking to her. It was time to take the foils out. She went to the basin and drifted off again as her head was washed and massaged. She wished it could go on forever. Then she was led back to the chair, and Arvi was there. "Terri is very happy with you. Your hair is strong. Not too fine. You could go platinum without it breaking, but that would be all wrong for you, sweetie. You could go darker, though. Dark chocolate, almost black would be beautiful for you. Almost as good as what we done for you now!" Arvi chatted away as he cut. Mandy soon felt at ease and very amused at some of the funny things he said about people he knew. She made no objection to anything he suggested, which seemed to please him enormously. Soon they seemed to have become the centre of the salon, with laughter and jokes and banter going on, not just between Mandy and Arvi, but other cutters and staff, who came over to watch or chat, and also other clients from time to time, joining in from where they sat around the salon. Arvi was finishing off now. "Okay, sweetie, here's what you do. Your hair is very straight, very strong and silky. You don't need an iron unless you go curly one night and want to go back. You just give it lift, you see? A little spray on the brush and bring it upwards. Or very light mousse. Very cool with the blow dryer. You must never hurry!" Then he was done. As he held the mirror for her to see the finished result, others gathered round. Her hair was a little lighter in colour, but the tones seemed much more lively, and very natural, not all that different to her natural colour but enhancing it, as it were, and very glossy. Her hair was still long, down to the middle of her back and over her breasts in front, but more wispy at the ends, and it framed her face more. It was still parted left of centre, but seemed to be lighter in weight and silkier. "Thank you, it's beautiful," she said. Arvi gave her a kiss on each cheek. It's not really all that different, Mandy was thinking. Then she saw the bill. ?400. She used the last of the money from selling her hair the previous day, throwing in a ?50 tip. But now she would have to walk back to the apartment. AS Mandy walked in the front door of the flat Emma called out to her. That's strange. She didn't think Emma had a key. "Let's have a look," Emma said, standing back to view her. "I love it! You look like a model." "Thanks," said Mandy, "It looks great, but it was pretty expensive. ?400." Emma gave a whistle. "Worth it though, if you've got the money. Which fortunately you do. Now, listen. The police and Mr Ball have just been. Mr Ball had a spare key which Dad left at the office," (Of course, remembered Mandy. She always left a spare key in her--that is Derek's--desk at the office.) "They don't have any clues what's happened to Dad, but the police took the laptop with them." Mandy looked aghast. "There's nothing you can do about it," said Emma. "They were also looking for Dad's mobile phone. Do you have it?" "Yes, it's here," said Mandy. "Oh, it's turned off." "Thank heavens for that," said Emma. "They tried ringing it. It would have been very fishy if you had answered it, especially since apparently Dad sent a text to Mr Ball yesterday. "Look," continued Emma, "I've deleted the message you sent me yesterday from my phone, and I think you should delete the message from yours. Leave the one to Mr Ball, they know about that one. Then don't use it again. In fact it might be best to get rid of the phone. Also, I think you should move your things into the spare bedroom, and not use Dad's room anymore. If they search the flat, which they probably will sooner or later, you don't want it to look like you were sleeping in the same room, do you? You need to get your story straight about the last time you saw Dad, why you were staying here, and who you are." "I won't know who I am until I meet Brian tomorrow," Mandy answered. "I'm not entirely sure I'll know even then." "Hmm," Emma said, looking at Mandy, as if wondering again if she were being taken in. They deleted the messages Mandy had sent to Emma and turned the phone off again. They moved the clothes and other items she had bought the previous day into the spare room, and any cosmetics or women's things into the spare bathroom. "By the way," said Emma, "I told the police it was me who had used Dad's card at a cash machine yesterday to get you some things, which is true. I said Dad had been looking after you and you needed some items urgently and had no other way of paying for them. I told them I'd since paid back the money myself. They asked me why and I said that although Dad had been paying your expenses, on reflection I didn't feel comfortable about using his account without his permission. They were very interested that Dad didn't have his wallet with him." "Emma, I don't know how I'm going to pay you back. We must have spent thousands yesterday and today," Mandy said. "Three thousand one hundred and fifteen pounds," said Emma. "But don't worry, it's all fixed. As soon as Mr Ball heard that, he said I'd done the right thing and said he'd pay your expenses from now on. He wrote a cheque there and then for ten thousand pounds to reimburse me and to help look after you." "Gosh!" said Mandy. "But the police really want to talk to you. I think we need to work out clearly what you are going to say about the last time you saw Dad," Emma pronounced. "I was myself, or anyway I was him, in the early hours of yesterday morning. I couldn't sleep, and I went to the computer to look at myself, that is, the Picture," (she groaned inwardly at the loss of the computer, and wondered what evidence they may find of the Picture, or Derek's other activities). "There was a blackout I think, and then when I woke up it was late morning and I was a girl." "What I mean is, you have to get the story straight of what you are going to tell them," Emma said with a touch of acerbity. "Yes, of course," said Mandy. "How stupid. I don't seem to be able to lie very well, have you noticed?" "Yes," said Emma. "Either that or you can lie extremely well. I haven't completely made up my mind." "Emma!" said Mandy. "Look, I'm helping you, aren't I? Let's leave it at that for now," said Emma. Mandy and Emma continued to discuss what Mandy would tell the police. Mandy would wait until after she had seen Brian Ball before she saw the police in case significant new information came to light. The basic story they agreed was that Mandy was a client of Derek Ross's. She had suffered some sort of bereavement or tragedy (this would be made clearer when she saw Brian) and had been staying with Derek since the previous Monday. This could account for some of Derek's odd behaviour. She hadn't had a lot to do with him as he'd been at work most of the time. Derek had seemed to want to conceal the fact she was staying from others, probably in case they jumped to the wrong conclusions, although there had been no impropriety (Emma was insistent that she emphasise that), and he had even told his children she was a distant relation, staying in London to look at courses for next year. Derek had allowed her to use his bank account for some personal expenses because she had been without access to her own funds for some reason (this part depended on what Brian had to say). On Monday (yesterday) she had been introduced to Emma early in the morning and they had gone shopping and sightseeing together for most of the day. When Mandy got back Derek was not home and she assumed he was still at work. He had not returned when she went to bed. There was still no sign of him in the morning so she called Emma, who rang the office to see if he had stayed there overnight. Brian Ball confirmed he was not there, and had not been in the previous day. They went over it again looking for holes in the story, but it seemed the best they could come up with at the moment. Emma decided she needed an early night. She needed to go to classes the next day, and would not be able to see Mandy until later. "You need to decide what we're going to tell Peter. And Mum as well," Emma said as she was about to leave. Mandy went pale. "I can't tell your mother about me. I don't think I can tell Peter either. I don't think I could ever tell him I'm his father. Oh, shit. What do you think?" she asked Emma. Emma was looking sad again. "I can just tell them Dad's missing for now. We can think about the rest later." "Yes, that sounds okay," said Mandy. "Poor Peter. He's only sixteen. It's not a good age to lose your father." Emma was silent. Finally she turned to leave. "Bye, then. I hope tomorrow goes okay for you. I'll talk to you later." "Thanks for everything Emma." Mandy gave her a hug. Emma turned quickly and left without a word. MANDY was feeling a little sore from the waxing. Not as sore as she thought she might, but still tender. Also, the sensation of her underpants against her vagina was making her constantly aware of it, not exactly aroused but alert to herself. She decided a bath might help. But first she wanted to see what it looked like in the mirror. She began running the bath, then came back into the bedroom and undressed quickly. She stood naked before the mirror. Her vagina was now fully exposed. She had never seen a woman like this before except in pictures, even as Derek in his marriage of twenty years with Dianne. It looked quite confronting. She felt amazingly sexy. If there had been someone else in the house, she thought, she would probably throw herself at them. She returned to the bathroom and sank into the water. The warm water with bath oil in it soothed her skin and made her entire body feel smooth and slippery. She felt her breasts, rubbing and massaging them, feeling them harden under her touch and the nipples become erect and sensitive. She ran her right hand over her abdomen, while the left hand continued to caress her breasts. Then she touched her thighs, feeling the smoothness of the silky hairless skin. Slowly she moved closer to the outer lips of her vagina. She stroked the whole area, revelling in its smoothness and heightened responsiveness. She moved both hands down to her pussy and parted the lips, feeling the inner lips and stroking them alternately with her fingers and very gingerly with her new long nails. She began to stimulate her clitoris by rubbing it in a circular motion which made the whole area seem to increase and swell to meet the moving fingers. Her pelvis had started to make short thrusting motions. Once or twice she lifted her whole body out of the water involuntarily, trying to increase the pressure or the depth of her fingers now penetrating her and stimulating the wall of her vagina. I'll have to get a vibrator, she pondered. Or a man! came the thought. She tried to drive the idea away. She was resisting any fantasising about being with a man. She just didn't want to think about that. But what would it be like? She tried to focus on her own aroused body and the feeling of pleasure she was getting from her varied touching. She was almost there but her orgasm was eluding her. She was beginning to feel frustrated and tired, as she desperately tried everything she had learned in the last couple of days about arousing herself. Suddenly the image of a penis came into her mind. She imagined herself holding it, kissing it, her mouth around it. The climax came with intense bursts of melting energy coursing through her body and finishing in pulses inside her, and then back through her. She cried out, unable to keep silent as the intense exquisite waves washed over her. She lay still, the warm water of the bath soothing and enveloping her weightless body. Her hands drifted to the surface of the water and floated there above her legs. Yet even in the calm peace of the stillness she felt the sensation of the water caressing her naked organ.