Please come to me...

I have to give it to the little man. He is persistent.

He kept watching me while I watched Her get worked over by Zara. I guess he thought I couldn't hear him rustling about. I appeared at the door simling smugly down at him after he slammed into me. I pointed to his corner while he nursed his shoulder. Reluctantly, he crawled back. I casually lofted by him as he got to his feet.

"Try again later, maybe I'll fall asleep or something. It has been a couple months." I lounged back on an invisible couch. "Then again, I'm not so tired."

I snickered as plopped down at the dining room table.

I took my perch back out on the balcony to see what had happened. My mouth dropped at what I'd seen. The vortex was gone. The utterly astounding thing about that was She was still there! Did anyone notice that She said it was black inside? Can you put two-and-two together? Here's a hint. Blackhole. Getting the picture?

I heard Duane stir in his chair. This was probably because I was moaning and writhing myself. As Her nipples hardened, so to did mine. I couldn't help myself. The things She could do brought me to my knees at times. She does it with so much grace and ease. The shell collapsed and so did I. What happened after to Zara after that, I'm not sure. All I knew was that I needed Her with me. It was all I cared about.

I whispered in hopes She would hear me. "Please come take me..."