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The Gift, part two.

	by Spiller

Chapter one.

	Alice started on the first of March. Any fear I might have had, about 
animosity between her and Henny, was blown away from day one. They hit it 
off splendidly, and Alice openly admired Henny's kind and efficient 
personality. As far as looks were concerned, they could hardly have been 
more different. Alice was almost a head taller than Henny, and her slim, 
almost skinny figure, made her seem even taller. Her face looked quite 
exotic. Heavy black eyebrows, a long, straight and narrow nose, and a big 
mouth with full lips, crowned by her abundant black hair, which she 
ordinarily wore braided in a tail, hanging down between her shoulder blades.

	I couldn't really evaluate her character these first two months, as she was 
too absorbed in learning all that Henny had to give her, but I got the 
impression that she was intelligent and a quick learner. True to my promise 
to Henny, I kept my tentacles out of her brain. My only complaint was the 
lack of office-pussy. With Alice around there were no visits to the 
`archive', and we only managed one visit to her condo, as her husband was 
flying back and forth to Vancouver all the time.

	One weekend around mid April he was at home for a weekend, and Henny 
decided to throw a small good-bye party for the four of us, on Friday. When 
Mary saw their apartment for the first time, she fell in love with it. They 
had not yet managed to sell it.

	"I know it is pretty expensive, but the real problem is, that nobody has 
the amount of cash we want. We are leaving Denmark, and I do not want to 
have people owing me money. It's such a lot of trouble having money sent 
across the Atlantic, not to mention a new owner, who stops paying his 
mortgage." Carl looked a bit distraught when he said this.

	"But it is such a lovely condo," Mary said. "It's bigger than most, and 
this view is absolutely perfect. What do you think, Erik, wouldn't you like 
to live here?"

	"Sure, it's a nice place. You have mentioned earlier, that we should sell 
the house and buy a condo."

I knew that Carl was a wealthy man, and that he was moving to an even better 
position in Vancouver, so I had absolutely no qualms about planting a few 
images and words in his mind.

"The condos around here sell for about 450.000 dollars," Carl said, "but 
we're getting quite desperate to sell. It will be such a mess and a lot of 
trouble, if we have to sell after we've moved to Vancouver, so the price is 
negotiable."

Mary was absolutely shameless about the erotic way, in which she tried to 
persuade me to make an offer, and Henny's knowing smile didn't make it any 
better. Before nine o'clock we had settled a deal, with mind control as a 
very active partner, for 340.000 dollars cash, and take-over date set for 
the first of May. While Carl and I were very occupied, discussing price and 
other issues, and last, but not least, setting up papers to bring to our 
lawyers on Monday, Mary and Henny had disappeared. I guessed Henny had taken 
her on a round-trip of the apartment. When the preliminary papers were 
signed, Carl fetched a bottle of champagne and four glasses, and then he 
called out for Henny and Mary. When they arrived Mary looked a little 
flushed, but Henny looked at me with shiny eyes.

"We have agreed on a price, and from the first of May this is all yours," 
Carl said. "Let's drink a toast to celebrate it, even if Erik drove a hard 
bargain."

We saluted each other and emptied our glasses. While Carl refilled them I 
said: "Of course I drive a hard bargain, but I hope there are no hard 
feelings. You are welcome to cancel, if you think I took advantage of you."

"Hell, no, Erik. Maybe you got it a bit cheaper than I had expected, but on 
the other hand it is a problem solved, and it won't burden my mind for the 
last two weeks. Cheers. I hope you'll be happy here."

"I'm sure I will," said Mary. "I can hardly wait. To live right in the 
centre of town has always been my dream." She sidled up to me and kissed me 
warmly. At 11 we called a taxi to take us home. When we arrived we had 
parked Mary's Alfa Romeo in the private booth under the building, and with 
wine and champagne we felt that a taxi would be safer.

On the way home Mary leaned into me in a most amorous way. "I'm so happy 
that you reached an agreement with Carl. It is really a wonderful apartment, 
big and comfortable, and what a view. Thank you for making my wish come 
true, darling."

A little later she brought her lips close to my ear and said: "I have a 
very, very sexy thing to tell you, when we get home. I sure hope you'll not 
be angry." Of course I could hardly wait to get inside when we got home.

"So, what have you got to tell me?"

"I don't know if I dare."

"Try me."

"OK. I've tried you so many times these last six months, and you've always 
been willing. I let Henny lick my pussy, and I licked hers. There, now."

"You didn't!"

"Yes. And I loved it! It was terribly exciting."

"Tell me."

"What shall I tell you? You don't want all the details, do you, dirty old 
man?"

"I want as many as you like to tell! How did it come about?"

"I was admiring the view from the kitchen window, when she came up behind 
me. She stood very close, so I could feel her breasts against my back, and 
her hand on my hip. You know, I've never done anything like it before, not 
even when I was a teenager. I'd have thought I'd feel awkward or even 
repulsed, but instead I got so very horny in a second or two. It was as if 
time stood still. When I felt her hand slide slowly up my ribs and then 
round to touch my breast, I felt like fainting. I leaned back into her and 
let her do what she wanted."

"Wow. I'd have loved to see that."

"Yeah, dirty old man, you would. She whispered that she could feel I was 
wearing suspenders and stockings like she was, and I said yes. Then she 
whispered: "And no panties, too?" I don't know how I got the courage, but I 
whispered back: "Feel for yourself." She felt, and I was sopping wet!"

"You are really exciting me, wife. I didn't know you had it in you."

"I've got plenty in me, yet. Anyway, she turned me round and fell to her 
knees in front of me. When I felt her hands slide up my legs, I reached down 
and lifted my skirt. Two seconds later her mouth was on my pussy, and I 
thought I'd die! She reached in, and with her thumbs she pressed my pussy 
open to reveal my clit. My knees almost buckled! Erik, it was so wild and 
new! And it didn't feel as if I was cheating on you. It was a woman."

"I can see it must have been exciting. It is for me to hear." I had opened 
my pants and was stroking my hard cock right in front of her.

"I was close to coming in a few minutes. Then I stopped her and said: "I 
want to taste you, too." So she took my hand and led me to their bedroom. 
When she fell back on their bed she opened her thighs. You know, she wasn't 
trimmed like I am, she was shaved! I kissed her pussy first, and I was all 
bubbles and electricity inside. When I started licking her she tasted 
divine, and she reacted like she couldn't lie still at all. She told me to 
turn round so she could lick me too. It was so wonderful. It added to the 
excitement that you two were sitting on the other side of the wall. I came 
so fast and violent, but I just kept on sucking her, and she groaned into my 
pussy when she came. We had just finished when Carl called for us!"

She leaned in, and just before she kissed me she whispered: "If you lick me 
round my mouth I'm sure you can taste her pussy!"

Her mouth and lips tasted faintly of champagne, but sure, when I licked 
around her mouth and on her chin, it brought out the well-known flavour of 
Henny's pussy. I had almost forgotten my hard cock sticking out of my 
trousers, but Mary had not. Suddenly she hiked up her skirt, straddled me 
and guided me into her cunt, which was still very wet and soft. For once in 
a long time I was premature! She had fucked me for no more than a minute 
when I came!

"Oh, my. You really are a dirty old man! Did it make you so horny to hear 
what I did with Henny? Don't feel sorry, dear. It's a boost to this old 
wife, that she can still make you that horny."


Chapter two.

	Saturday morning we went downtown to pick up the Alfa Romeo. Carl met us at 
the underground garage to let us in. He told us that he would mail the 
papers to his lawyer, as he had to leave for Vancouver on Sunday, and he was 
not quite sure, he should get the opportunity to come back in time for 
signing the final papers, but he had authorised Henny to sign the papers for 
both of them. He was still fairly satisfied with the deal, although he 
laughed, and once more told me that I drove a hard bargain.

	The rest of the weekend was spent planning. How to pack down all our stuff, 
sort out which things would have to be sold or thrown out, and finally 
taking a lot of pictures of the house for advertising the sale. We called 
the kids and had them come home on Sunday. They were told that we could no 
longer have two rooms for their use only, but we would make one of the 
bigger rooms into a guest room for both of them to share, so they should 
have to make the same decisions: Which things would be discarded and which 
would come along.

	During Saturday it dawned upon me that it was quite some time, since I had 
heard from dad. Thinking back, I realised that the reason might be, he was 
disappointed in me. I had brushed him off quite rudely last time. Late 
Saturday afternoon I faked a headache, which made it necessary for me to get 
an hour's sleep. In the quiet of our bedroom I sent out a message for him, 
and in a minute he was there.

	"Hi. You wanted me?"

	"Yes, dad. I've been thinking. Last time, when you had a drink, I got 
scared. I'm afraid, I was a bit rude to you. As if I do not trust you."

	"I don't blame you for getting scared, son. It is a very radical thing to 
do. I've done some thinking myself. I have to admit, I was disappointed, but 
I have realised that I have no right to be."

	"You haven't come up with any solution?"

	"There is no solution. I've asked around. It is a very rare thing. Only 
Theodor has done it on a regular basis, and they are all very, very envious 
that I had the chance to taste a drink. There is no way you can stop me, 
once I've taken over. The only thing I can do is to promise, I'll be very 
observant to your feelings, and that I'll return immediately, if I feel you 
are scared, or if you don't like what's going on. I'm terribly sorry, of 
course, but that's how it is, and I can't very well demand that of you. I 
have no hard feelings, son."

	"All right, dad. I've decided to give it another try. Maybe I won't be so 
scared, when I've tried it a couple of times. Do you want to try right now? 
Mary thinks I have a headache, and she'll leave me alone for another hour."

	"Nothing in the world I'd love better, in your world or mine. Do you 
remember how to do it?"

	"Yes. I have to make a bubble and put as many different senses in it as 
possible, and then reduce its size."

	"Right. When you've put the bubble into the image of yourself, you'll lie 
on your belly and imagine your image leaving you through your backside, 
while I gradually take over."

	It was a lot easier this second time, and the scare was not that big. From 
the corner of the bedroom I watched myself get up from the bed and walk 
around. I watched as he went around and felt the different items. I tried to 
send out a message, that he should try to feel some of Mary's underwear. I 
didn't know if it was because the message reached him, or if it was sheer 
coincidence, but he went straight to her chest of drawers and fondled some 
of her panties. I found out for sure that I could reach him, when I showed 
him an image of the hamper in the bathroom, where he would find a pair of 
her used ones. Then I really had a scare.

	Dad was coming out of the bathroom when Mary climbed the stairs. "Oh, 
you're up, Erik. Is the headache gone?"

	I thought the proverbial shit would hit the fan, but dad managed it 
perfectly. "No, dear," I heard myself, i.e. dad, say, "I just had to have a 
drink of water. I'll go back to bed."

	Through the open bedroom door I saw that Mary caressed his hair and gave 
him a light kiss. Then she said: "I hope you'll be better, dear. Have a nice 
rest."

	Phew. That was a close one. I watched dad enter the bedroom, lie down on 
the bed, and I was pulled back into my own body.

	"By all powers here and there, son. I had a kiss! !"

	"Yes, and I almost had a heart attack."

	"It was so wonderful, son. I hope it didn't scare you off completely."

	"No, but it was close!"

	"Sure. You forgot to put `smell' into your bubble."

	"Ha, dirty old man. You tried to sniff her used panties?"

	"Can you blame me?"

	"Not at all, dad. I wish I had remembered."

	"Was it as bad as last time?"

	"No. I guess I trusted you more, and when I found out, you could receive my 
messages about her underwear and the hamper, I felt more comfortable. At 
least I can reach you with a message."

	"Oh, that came from you? I thought they were my own ideas."

	"No, I sent them deliberately."

	"That's nice. I promise you, I shall obey your messages if we do this some 
other time."

	"We'll do that. But it takes a long time to prepare a bubble, and I'm not 
sure I'll always remember to put everything into it."

	"You don't have to. I'll have to tell you two things before I leave you. 
You can make the bubble permanent, once you have reduced its size. If you 
imagine that the reduced bubble is made of crystal, with a small lid you can 
take off and put back on, the senses you have put in there will stay, and 
even if I'm not present you can put in more senses, whenever you come upon 
some. Next time we are going to do this, you imagine the crystal bubble, 
turn it back into the original soft one, and we can go within a minute or 
two."

	"That sounds reasonable."

	"Yes. But you should not do it on your own. Wait till next time we're in 
contact. Remember that you must not put any muscle control or emotions into 
it?"

	"Yes."

	"It will be safer, at least in the beginning, if I check what you put in 
there, before you make it permanent."

	"OK, I'll remember. I'll write down on a little piece of paper, if I get 
any ideas, then we can work them in, together."

	"Perfect idea.  The other thing I want to tell you is for your own benefit. 
You don't have to stay in the room with your body. Let's say there is a 
board meeting at your company, and you want to listen in without them 
knowing it, you can call me. I'll take over your body, and you can let your 
spirit float to the meeting. You'll be invisible, but you can hear all that 
is said, and you'll remember it, when you return to your body."

	"Wow. That might give me quite an advantage."

	"Sure. If you want to watch some people fucking, you can do that too. Now, 
that was this starved old man talking."

	"Yeah. I'm beginning to understand, from where I inherited my dirty mind."

	"Sure. I think I'll leave you soon. I want to go back and do some bragging 
about Mary's kiss."

	"Wait a second. I'll call you a few times in the near future, so we can 
work on that crystal bubble. The production store is running low on some 
valves, and I'll have to search the bulk market. Maybe I can find an excuse 
for a journey next week. If I can, I want to be ready. I may try to take 
control of a woman, and then hand her over to you."

	"That would be absolutely wonderful, son, and most generous, because you 
wouldn't get much out of it. I'll be on alert 24/7 from now on."

	"OK, dad. Bye for now."

	"Bye, son, and thank you!"


Chapter three.

	I felt rather drained by then, and I must have dozed off. At least I didn't 
wake up until 7 o'clock, when Mary entered the bedroom.

	"Hi, dear."

	"Hi. I didn't want to wake you up. How's the headache?"

	"Gone. I feel a lot better. Sorry I had to do this."

	"Don't feel sorry. I'm happy you're better. You can stay here, if you like. 
I just wanted a pair of dry panties. I had planned on sneaking in without 
waking you up."

	"What on earth do you want dry panties for, naughty woman."

	"Well, well, well. I have to confess that I thought of what happened 
yesterday, and I couldn't stop it from running."

	Suddenly she climbed the bed and lay down beside me. She supported her head 
on her right hand and elbow, and looked down on me with a loving smile.

	"Erik, I don't know what's happening to me. To us. I have never loved you 
as much as I do now." She reached out with her left hand and caressed my 
hair and my cheek. Then she leaned down and kissed my eyes. "I've been 
thinking, while you slept. I love you so deeply, but at the same time I feel 
all bubbly inside, as if I was a lovesick teenager. You've been so good to 
me lately."

	"I only...."

	"Schcc, dear. Let me finish this. I can only say it here, in the darkness. 
You've been so good to me, not only your gifts. I had prepared myself for 
middle age. You know, waiting to become a grandmother, coming to terms with 
a dwindling sex-life, turning myself into the proverbial frumpy mid-life 
wife. You turned all that around. Yes. You did it. You made me suddenly feel 
wanted, desired. You dragged this horny, loving and adventurous woman out of 
her shell, and you gave her a new chance to come alive. You've been open 
minded and attentative. You have made me feel lovely, horny, kinky and wild, 
and first of all, you've made me feel sure it's OK. Erik Hansen, your wife 
loves you no end."

	She leaned down and kissed me, and then she rolled off the bed again. "See 
you downstairs."

	I stayed in the darkness for a little while. I felt infinitely grateful to 
dad. He had been so right that I knew very little about women, but I was 
learning, and his advice that I should concentrate on Mary, be attentative, 
taking charge now and then, and all his other advice, certainly had paid 
off. I suddenly realised that our TV had not been turned on for nearly half 
a year! We had been much to busy with each other.

	"That was some speech, dear little wife of mine." I was back downstairs.

	"And not one word too long, dear husband of mine."

	The glass table was covered with sheets of paper, where she had written 
lists of things to remember.

	"Let's go down to the diner and eat supper. It's such a mess if you have to 
put all this away and start cooking."

	"What a lovely idea. I'm so excited about the new apartment that I haven't 
even noticed I'm hungry."

	When we came back I said: "I'll talk to Henny on Monday. She'll probably be 
just as busy as you are, packing all their stuff to go to Vancouver. If you 
pick her up at the office, I'll give her the rest of the day off, so you 
could measure the whole apartment, make a list of cupboards and all. Then we 
can sit quietly here and plan, where the furniture will go. Would you like 
that?"

	"What a good idea. Are you sure you dare to leave me alone with Henny? You 
know, Carl will go to Vancouver on Sunday."

	"I dare you to be alone with Henny!"

	"Are you sure you want that? You won't get mad if it happens again?"

	"Not mad at all, but very horny! Move those papers a little and show me if 
it makes you horny, too."

	She pushed the papers away, making some of them fall to the floor, and 
through the glass I watched her raise the hem of her skirt and spread her 
legs. Her pale blue panties showed a soaked, much darker spot.

	"See how wet they are? I forgot to change panties when I was upstairs. Got 
distracted."

	"They look ravishing. You must have been horny most of the afternoon."

	"I have."

	"And I have an idea."

	"What?"

	"You told me that Henny was shaved. I want to shave you right now. Then 
you'll have a shaved cunt, too, when you go to Henny on Monday."

	"My, you ARE a naughty man. I'm beginning to believe you really want me to 
do it again."

	"I do, love. Do you want me to shave you now?"

	"Yesss. She was so lovely to lick, all smooth and slippery."

	"OK. Up you go. Upstairs. Take off all your clothes and put on your cuffs. 
I'll bring a tray and the things I need to shave you."

	"Yes, Sir!" She seemed very eager, the way she was practically running up 
the stairs. I prepared a tray with a plastic bowl for water and a few rags. 
In the bathroom I filled the bowl with hot water, found my razor and shaving 
cream and entered the bedroom.

	She really looked good on the bed. She wore the cuffs on her wrists and 
ankles, and she had spread out as if she was already tied up. A wicked smile 
was on her lips when she said: "Remember the notes we wrote, about wishes?"

	"Sure. We had some fun out of them, didn't we?"

	"Yes. Before you start I want you to know, that this is one of the wishes I 
wanted to write, but I was afraid you'd find it too kinky."

	"Maybe I would have, but not now!"

	"I did write it, but I tore it up. I had written that you should shave me, 
and lick me to death, pretending you were a woman."

	I didn't answer her. Quickly I tied up her arms, then I placed a wet, hot 
washrag on her pussy, pushing it down into her crack to soften all hair she 
had. To facilitate her imagining me as a woman, I blindfolded her before I 
started the shaving, and I decided not to utter a word during it all. 
Shaving her was fun, but I have to admit it didn't make me as horny, as I 
had expected. After all, it was the first time, but I was so anxious not to 
cut her, that the sensuality of it skipped me. I enjoyed, though, how 
vulnerable she looked with her knees folded back as I shaved her round her 
asshole, and my lust returned while I rubbed the whole area with aftershave 
and lotion.

	When I tied down her legs, I remembered that a bed is not the most 
comfortable place for the licker, so I pulled her feet all the way down to 
the corner posts, so I could lie with my knees on a pillow on the floor, and 
my torso and head on the bed, at just the right position.

	She was very ready. Although I had dried her off only minutes before, she 
was slick and swollen when my tongue hit her, and small moans escaped her. A 
little later she pushed her cunt against my face with small, humping 
motions. Then I remembered what she had told about Henny's thumbs. I pushed 
her swollen lips open and pressed a little upwards, letting her little pearl 
out of its hood. Thirty seconds of sucking was all it took. That made me 
really horny! I got this terrible urge to talk dirty to her, but on the 
other hand I wanted her to keep up her pretensions, so I kept my mouth shut.

	I let her calm down a little, while my hands roamed her belly and her 
thighs, and I blew a tiny stream of hot air on her pussy. When she pulled at 
her ropes, trying to bring her cunt closer to my mouth, I obliged.  A long 
`aaaahhhhh' escaped her, when my tongue once more touched her dripping cunt. 
She was really wet now. I didn't know if Henny would have pinched her 
nipples, so I let them be, though I normally would have done it. Instead I 
pushed a finger up her wet tunnel and diddled her asshole with another. 
Suddenly I got an idea. I reached out and untied her left leg. I pushed it 
across her right leg, forcing her to roll over on her hips, to lie on her 
side. With my hands I pushed her buttocks apart, laying her whole crack open 
to my tongue. The first time I licked one long sweep from her clit to her 
asshole, she let out a high-pitched scream. It was so delicious to lick her 
there, now she was shaved. I placed my thumb on her clit, and when I pushed 
the tip of my tongue to her sphincter she almost hyperventilated and 
tightened and relaxed the little muscle in a fast rhythm. Next time she 
relaxed I pushed hard, and the tip slipped inside her ass. She screamed 
again.

	The next ten minutes was one long orgasm, or rather a series of orgasms 
with only a few seconds between. I had never seen her come in this way. She 
seemed to stay up on her high, and just float through them, shaking, 
sobbing, and screaming. I sucked her clit, I fingerfucked her, licked her 
ass again, while she broke into a sweat. At last she begged for me to stop.

	"Please, I can't any more. Please stop, Erik, I'm all out!"

	I rolled her over to lie on her back again. I tied up her left leg with a 
longer rope this time, and adjusted her right leg to the same length.

	"Move up. I want to get my cock up that horny cunt!"

	She was sooo slippery and hot! When I was all inside her I pulled off her 
blindfold. She looked terribly exhausted, but a happy smile was on her lips.

	"You really are one horny woman, Mary!"

	"Mmmm. Can you blame me?"

	"I don't blame you, I enjoy it. It makes my cock tingle even more that I 
know, you were thinking of Henny while you came."

	"God, yes, I was. It was so wild."

	"And you are a horny cunt! I'll just take my pleasure out of your sopping 
hole, and now I have some pretending to do. I wish it really were Henny who 
had done it. It's so hot to know that you'll do it for real on Monday."

	"Oh, yes, my lovely husband. Just pull it off in my wet cunt. Do you think 
Henny can make it as wet as this, when she sucks me on Monday? Wouldn't you 
like to watch? Come now, spurt in me. I'll try to squeeze my cunt a little, 
but it is so completely satisfied, that I'm not sure I can do it."

	A few tiny ripples went through her cunt, but they did the trick. With a 
deep moan I emptied myself into her.


Chapter four.

	The kids came home on Sunday. In the beginning they were a bit miffed about 
the whole thing. When we explained how we could not be expected to keep the 
house as a museum for their childhood, they were more accepting, and when we 
took them for a ride to the harbour to point out our new condo, they 
wholeheartedly accepted that we wanted to move. They even got to the point 
where they had fun, deciding which of their possessions were important to 
them. We all knew very well, that they should only come back home for short 
holidays. They were living a life of their own, now, as they were expected 
to do, and actually there was a lot more quiet love and friendship between 
us now, than during the last year they lived at home.

	Of course they both wanted to try out Mary's Alfa Romeo.

	"Hey, mom. That's not a car for a middle-aged mom. What did you do to him?"

	"That's not for a middle-aged mom to tell her children." There was a lot of 
good-natured teasing, and both kids were very enthusiastic about the car. 
They worked fast, and by late afternoon everything was sorted into boxes and 
bags. We had a lovely, early dinner, as they both had to catch trains to 
return to their respective universities.

	Monday morning Mary wanted to know, if I was still set on her going with 
Henny. Of course I was. I told her I would call her as soon as I had 
arranged things.

	Alice and Henny were there when I arrived.

	"Good morning, ladies."

	"Good morning."

	"I have a plan for today. You see, it's about time Alice tried to be all on 
her own. After all Henny won't be here in about 8 days. And I also need 
Henny for another purpose. What do you think, ladies? Can Alice manage on 
her own? It's my impression that she can."

	"Of course she can manage," Henny said. "I've told her and showed her 
everything about our routines. She's fully qualified."

	"Yes, I'm sure I can do it now. At least I'm very willing to give it a 
try."

	"Good. Henny, Mary wants to pick you up here and take you home, so she can 
measure the condo and draw up a plan. Would that be all right with you? Then 
you could take the rest of the day off."

	"Sure, I'd like to meet Mary again." A tiny smile curled her lips. "I can 
use all the time I can get. The movers will come next Monday, so I'd love to 
have all the small stuff packed."

	"Good. We'll talk about that later. Why don't you call Mary, and find out 
when she'll pick you up."

	"Ok, Erik, I will." She turned round to face Alice. "Don't be nervous, he 
won't bite. Just remember that he prefers first name when we are alone, and 
Mr. Hansen as soon as anybody else is present. You may just as well take 
over my desk from now on, and I'll make do with your `apprentice' desk. 
Right?"

	"OK, I'm ready."

	When Henny had finished talking to Mary she said: "Mary will be here in 
twenty minutes. What are your plans for today?"

	"Our major priority will be to find a shipment of valves on the bulk 
market. The stats arrived by messenger Friday. Remember?"

	"Yes. They are here." Alice handed me the papers.

	"OK, you are familiar with the procedures?"

	"Sure, Henny has trained me very well."

	"Good. Then I'll only add, that the quality of steel is vital for this 
product. We'll forget about the Eastern European market, because their 
information is erratic when it's best, and downright wrong when it's worst."

	At nine o'clock Henny waved good-bye. "Have a nice day. See you tomorrow."

	By eleven o'clock Alice had located a promising shipment in Milano. I 
called there, immediately. Of course there was the usual trouble with 
Italian companies: Finding someone who could speak English or German. 
Finally a very young person said: "Guten Tag, Herr Hansen..." It turned out 
that they had had an offer for half the shipment, but if I were interested 
in buying the whole lot, they'd put it on hold until Tuesday evening. I 
asked Alice to check out if there would be a plane to Milano, Tuesday around 
noon.

	"There is a connection a little before noon, but I'm afraid it will be 
difficult to return. The last direct flight Milano-Copenhagen will be at 5 
o'clock. You'll either have to book a hotel for the night, or make a 
round-trip Paris-London-Copenhagen. There is a departure for Copenhagen at 7 
Wednesday morning. You can be back here before noon."

	"That'll be the choice. Will you please find me a nice hotel in the town 
centre?"

	"Sure, Erik. Right away."

	Lunch hour was coming up. I needed to talk to dad, so I told Alice to go on 
and have lunch, I'd join her later.

	I closed my eyes and concentrated, and a minute later dad was there. "Hi, 
son. You called me?"

	"Yes, dad. You see, I'm going to Milano tomorrow, so we shall not have much 
time to work on that bubble. I'm afraid it may turn out to be a fiasco."

	"Never fear, son. There will be plenty of time. We can put a few things in 
now, and we'll have more than two hours on the plane."

	"OK. Let's go. Do I have to transform the crystal bubble in order to put 
new things into it?"

	"No. I told you to imagine, you made a lid on it. Just lift the lid and 
pour your senses into the ball. You'll still need to transform it, when we 
shall make the transition, you know."

	"Sure."

	For the next twenty minutes we poured a lot of sensations into the crystal 
ball. Some of them I had not even been aware of!

	"Dad, how long time will it take for you to see, what Mary and Henny are up 
to? They are at our new apartment."

	"Just a second. I'll go and see."

	I felt a little bit lonely after so much concentration with dad, but sure 
to his promise he was back a few seconds later.

	"Wow. They are a couple of naughty women!"

	"Is it that bad?"

	"Not bad at all. They stand close, very close, in the kitchen, rubbing 
their naked pussies against each other, and laughing a lot, they are."

	"Sounds great. I'd love to watch."

	"Remember, I can take over your body, and your spirit can go there to 
watch."

	"No, not now. Some other day, maybe. It takes too much time to make the 
transition."

	"Ok. Maybe I'll go back to watch."

	"You keep your dirty mind away. What those two are doing is within my 
private sphere, where I feel uncomfortable being watched. OK?"

	"Yes, Sir! I wouldn't want to annoy you, with a trip to Milano coming up, 
would I?"

	"You better not, old man. Bye for now."

	"Bye, son. By the way, do you want me to pick up some information about 
Alice? What she's doing at home, her preferences and so on?"

	"No, not now. We'll talk about that later. I think I prefer her to be a bit 
of mystery, yet."

	"'K, bye."

	I joined Alice in the cafeteria for the last half of her lunch break. We 
had a nice talk about her first day `in charge'.

	"I'm sure I'm going to like it here."

	"You are? I'm glad to hear that. Henny has coached you well?"

	"Oh, yes. She's very clever, you know. And very particular. `Pay attention 
to all the details', she would say all the time."

	"Ha, ha, yes, that's Henny. When she says everything is checked, I don't 
need to waste time checking once more. She also seems to know beforehand 
what I'll need."

	"I sure hope I can be as good as she is, because I really like this job. 
The way you run this, Erik, there's a lot more room for decision making, 
than you'll have in an ordinary secretarial job."

	"That's the way I like it, Alice. For instance, I'm going to Milano 
tomorrow. I'm sure you'll have everything checked. The right papers will be 
there for me, you'll make sure all statistics about the valves will be OK, 
and you'll keep the office floating while I'm gone."

	"Sure. Henny has told me how to run that. You can be sure everything is OK. 
I'm making one little difference, though. I'm preparing a tiny summary of 20 
lines, which you can have as page one. That way you can be sure you won't 
forget anything, and you'll be able to find the papers you need in a few 
seconds. I shall not be along to hand them to you at the right moment."

	"Sounds good. I'm looking forward to see it."

	I started on my lunch, and at the same time I observed her. The insecurity 
she had shown during the first days was gone. She was an exotic beauty, with 
the bearing of a dancer. Her heavy, dark eyebrows framed a pair of 
beautiful, slightly slanted, brown eyes, and her long, straight, narrow nose 
pointed down on her full, curved lips. The rest of her could best be 
described as long, slim and elegant. Already during her first week she had 
discarded her slacks and mimicked Henny's use of skirts. I was tempted to 
`order' her to wear suspenders and stockings, but on the other hand, I 
wanted to find out what she would wear on her own initiative.

	I have mentioned earlier, that she was obviously intelligent, but over the 
last 3 or 4 weeks, as she became more relaxed, I could add kindness and 
self-assurance to that, plus sometimes little bursts of dry humour. All in 
all I felt pretty sure we should get along very well.

	She returned to our office when her lunch-break was over, and I enjoyed 20 
minutes of relaxation before I joined her. The afternoon was quite 
uneventful. At about 3 o'clock Mary called to say, she was on her way home, 
and she should be there, when I arrived. Her voice was very noncommittant 
and did not offer me a guess as to her state of mind. I made up my mind to 
leave a bit early, and just as I was getting ready to go, I heard Alice have 
a talk with Henny. It was just a short `everything is OK', `he has to go to 
Milano tomorrow',  and `see you tomorrow'.


Chapter five.

	The Alfa Romeo was parked in the driveway when I got home. I found her in 
the living-room, flat on her back in the sofa, halfway between daydream and 
dreamland. The way she opened her eyelids halfway, saw me and smiled, and 
then closed her eyes again, was terribly sensual.

	"Hello, love," she mumbled. "You're home early, aren't you?"

	"Couldn't wait to see you."

	"Well, take a look, then."

	"Had a nice day?"

	"Nice is not the word, dear. Wild, crazy, horny, weird. That's better 
words. I'm exhausted. If you want anything, you'll have to take it yourself. 
I really need to rest for an hour or two. If that's OK with you."

	"Sure, love. Bless you, and have a nice rest. I have a few things to do, 
anyway." I had hardly finished talking, when I heard her breathing take on 
the slow, steady rhythm of a sleeping person. I went upstairs to change out 
of my business suit into casual slacks and a polo shirt. Back downstairs I 
should have liked to make myself a cup of cappuccino, but I was afraid the 
noise of the machine would wake her up, so I settled for a cup of caf� 
latte. I wanted her fully rested when I was going to take advantage of what 
she had done today.

	I went into my home `office' to make contact with dad.

	"I want to get the preparations finished today. I want to have the time on 
the plane to prepare for the meeting in Milano."

	"OK, son. Show me your crystal ball. I'm sure it's almost all in there, but 
just to make sure."

	I produced the image of the crystal ball. For a while dad kept it hanging 
in the air, turning it round, looking into it, I supposed. Of course I could 
not see him, and the sight of the turning ball was eerie, but I guessed what 
he was doing.

	"You know, dad, it may be a bit difficult to come up with an excuse to lie 
down, backside up."

	"You don't need to, son. If you are sitting in a chair, just lean forward a 
little, so your backside is free. That'll do it. I can't find anything 
missing in your crystal ball, but we'll postpone making it permanent, until 
I've had a go with it. Is that OK?"

	"Sure, dad. We'll meet sometime tomorrow evening in Milano. I guess I shall 
not have to call you!"

	"Bright boy. I'll keep an eye on you during your negotiations. Maybe I can 
pick up some information which might help you. See you later."

	In the kitchen I made myself a cheese sandwich and another cup of caf� 
latte. Mary looked so inviting, the way she was relaxing in the sofa. I sat 
down in the reclining armchair, and a few minutes later I was asleep too!

	We must have needed the rest, both of us, because it was almost 8 o'clock 
when I was awakened by soft kisses to my eyes and my mouth.

	"Hi, love. You needed a rest, too."

	"Sure. Had a bit of a hard day at work. And you did too."

	"Oh, yes, I needed it. I had a hard day, too, you know."

	"Was it good?"

	"That's not what I'd call it, but there's a lot of other words to describe 
what happened. I'll tell you, when I sit on you with your cock in my 
battered pussy. But first I want something to eat. I'm terribly hungry and 
thirsty."

	"I'll call the Greek diner and have them send out some salad and moussaka. 
Would you like that?"

	"Perfect. We still have a bottle of Retsina to go with it."

	I called the diner, and they would bring the stuff in 25 minutes. Meanwhile 
I held her close to me and slowly peeled off her dress. Bra and panties were 
gone, but suspenders and stockings were still there. Her pussy looked 
awfully red and swollen, and she smelled all over of dried up pussy juice. I 
was a little amazed that she didn't react with her usual enthusiasm to my 
caresses, and I told her.

	"I'm sorry, Erik. I guess I'm completely fucked out. I had never, ever 
dreamed that I could have so many orgasms or that I could suck and lick and 
fuck for more than four consecutive hours. Henny is insatiable, and at last 
I had to beg her to stop. I just couldn't take any more. Would you believe 
it? I never got the impression she was like that."

	"Not me either." (a lying bastard I am).

	"I'll take good care of you, when we have eaten, but I'll have to sit on 
you. I'm sore and battered up there, but I'll tell you some juicy details, 
and I'm sure you'll get very horny and come in a short time."

	The doorbell rang. I handed her some money and said: "I dare you to go and 
get it, the way you look now. I'm sure the delivery boy will appreciate it."

	"You are? Well, if that's your kick, I'll do it." She blew me a kiss as she 
walked into the hall. I heard the front door open, a mumbled conversation, 
then the door closed, and Mary returned into the kitchen with a big smile on 
her mouth, and two boxes in her arms.

	"Ha, you should have seen the poor boy! He almost dropped the boxes. He 
ogled me like he was Paul Newman, and before he left, I could see his cock 
pushing his pants. Perfect idea, nasty old man."

	She dropped the boxes on the glass table and produced a couple of plates 
from the cupboards, while I mixed the Retsina with mineral water and ice 
cubes.

	"Tonight you have to be naked under the glass, too. Will you please drop 
your clothes?"

	The thought of that young boy looking at my almost naked wife, had added 
half an inch to Mr. Cock's proud display of his lust. A fact, which Mary 
immediately noticed when we sat down.

	"Impressive, dear. Play with him and tell me: Was it that boy looking at me 
that made you so horny? Or was it what Henny did to this pussy today?" She 
patted her naked cunt with a big smile on her face.

	"Both, my dear, both. Or rather, it was you! The fact that my dear wife has 
turned into a daring, horny whore, who in one day will fuck another woman, 
and show her naked body to a young boy. That's what made me this horny!"

	"God, Erik, you are a smooth talker, but keep it up. I love it. In return 
I'll tell you a little about what we did today, but I'll save some of the 
good stuff for another day, when I'm not as fucked out as I am tonight. OK?"

	"OK."

	When we had finished the meal, Mary took my hand and led me to our bedroom. 
She placed me on my back, my cock sticking straight up into the air. She 
sucked and masturbated me a little, before she slowly impaled herself on me. 
By the time she did it, I must have had a hard on for hours, and it was 
sheer pleasure feeling her hot cunt round me.

	"Now you take it easy and leave things to me. Don't try to hold back. If 
you feel like coming, just let it go. Right?"

	"Right."

	"Henny first took me to the kitchen. She said we should measure the 
apartment room by room, and then she'd suck me to an orgasm in each room we 
finished. Really, that's what she said! It was terribly sensual, the way she 
undressed me in the kitchen and then she pulled off her own dress and kissed 
me. You would have loved to see us, naked except from stockings and 
suspenders, and our shoes, walking around with the tape measure."

	While she was talking she fucked me slowly and stared into my eyes.

	"When we had measured the kitchen, I was standing up with my back to the 
kitchen table. Henny came up to me and kissed me. Very hot. She fondled my 
breasts and touched my wet pussy. Then she grabbed my hips and told me to 
help her. A second later I was sitting on the kitchen table, and Henny moved 
a chair over, so she could sit down in front of me. She grabbed my ankles 
and lifted my feet up to the table so I was sitting there, very, very open. 
She said she wanted me to remember this, every time I'd be cooking in my new 
kitchen, and then she licked me, Erik. God, did she lick me. My clit, my 
vagina, my asshole, all of it! It was terribly wild!"

	The idea of Mary sitting on that kitchen table, exactly as Henny had sat 
there the first time we fucked, did it to me! Hours of pent up passion 
poured out of me, up into my wife.

	"Mmmm. Good boy." She leaned down and kissed me lovingly, and a little 
later, when my cock had dwindled, she rolled off me and lay down on my 
shoulder.

	Later I told her how I had to go to Milano the next day to stay overnight, 
and I asked her not to shower, because I wanted her smelling of love in the 
morning, before I left for work.

	"Great idea, love. I'm sure I'll be a lot better after a good night's 
sleep."


Chapter six

	Mary was right, she was a lot better Tuesday morning! Good thing I had to 
go to work, or she would have worn me down. I packed a small overnight bag, 
a shirt and an extra set of underwear. It was a wonder that I was only five 
minutes late at the office.

	Henny checked Alice's work in preparation of my trip, and declared 
everything perfect. When Alice left the room for a short moment, Henny 
smiled at me. "Well, did you have a nice evening, yesterday?"

	"Well, fair, I'd say. Did you have to wear her out completely?"

	"I wore her out? I seem to remember that she wore me out!"

	"All right, all right, so you two wore each other out. I have no complaints 
about this morning, though."

	Alice returned, which stopped our conversation. Around ten I took off for 
the airport and left the office in two very competent pair of hands. The 
flight was as uneventful as most flights, and at three I was calling for a 
taxi outside the airport in Milano. The traffic was very heavy, and the ride 
lasted almost three quarters of an hour. The driver stopped in front of a 
typical Italian, medium sized factory. On the outside it looked very run 
down, as if it had not seen paint since world war two, but as soon as you 
got inside the building ,it was very nice, everything quite modern and well 
maintained. At the reception a pretty woman in her thirties came to meet me.

	"Hello, you must be Mr. Hansen."

	"Yes, that's me."

	"I'm Vera Ougd. Welcome. Our sales manager is waiting for you in his 
office. I'm supposed to be there too, to act as a translator." I immediately 
labelled her as a likely `target'. Very pretty, very Mediterranean, with a 
lovely smile.

	The negotiations were pretty easy. He showed me a couple of the valves in 
question and told their story. They had been ordered by a French company, 
which stopped payments two weeks ago, and would most likely be declared 
broke. The specifications were up to our standards, but he started out 
demanding 1 euro per valve. (A little over 1 dollar). I could have them 
produced in Sweden at that price.

	There was a bit of bickering about price, quantity and quality, but 
suddenly dad was in my head. "His absolute low will be 52 cents. Lower than 
that he'll lose money."

	I noticed that he had an espresso machine in his office.

	"Mr. Capello. I see you have an espresso machine. I think we should benefit 
from a little break and a nice cup of coffee."

	Vera interrupted. "Of course. Sorry I was so impolite. I'll make us some 
coffee right away." While the machine was humming Mr. Capello pointed out 
the view towards Milano centre from his windows, and I transferred an image 
of himself in a relaxed state plus the figure 52, into his mind. When Vera 
called us to the small table in the office, for our coffee, I `ordered' her 
to take care of me after the negotiations were over, and that she should 
accept my invitation to have dinner with me.

	When we started again, we quickly settled on a price of 54 cents, which was 
way below ordinary value. An excellent deal for me, and he still had a 
little skin on his nose.

	We shook hands, and I turned to Vera. "Ms. Ougd. I've never been to Milano. 
I should be most honoured, if you would join me for dinner. I hope you know 
a few really good restaurants."

	"But, thank you, Mr. Hansen. Yes, I know a few. What kind of food would you 
like? Italian, French, Middle East?"

	"I'd prefer high end Italian. Of course, if you prefer anything else, we'll 
have that."

	"No, no. I love Italian food, too. Wait a second, I'll make a phone call to 
make sure we shall have a table."

	She returned from the phone and said: "Sure, a table for two at 8:30"

	"That's fine. I shall even have time to go and see the cathedral."

	"Sure. I'll drop you off at the cathedral. It's right on my way home. I'll 
have to change out of these office clothes, and then we can meet at a caf� 
around 6:30.  Would that be OK?"

	"Splendid."

	The drive into Milan was a little bit too exciting. The traffic was heavy, 
and Vera's style was very Italian, i.e. fast, reckless and dangerous. Before 
she dropped me off, she pointed out a caf� on a corner, and said: "I'll be 
there at 6:30."  I just managed to transfer my wish of sexy underwear, and 
then she was gone.

	Fortunately my hotel was just around the corner. There was plenty of time 
for me to check in, make sure the bar was open till midnight, return to the 
piazza and visit the cathedral. It was every bit as impressive, beautiful, 
and awe-inspiring as I had expected from the pictures, and then some. 
Shortly before 6:30 I sat down at one of the tables in front of the bar. 
Compared to Copenhagen it was a warm, lovely spring evening. At 6:35 I saw 
her coming, and for a short moment I regretted my promise to dad. She looked 
awesome! A red dress clinging to her voluptuous body, hips swaying as she 
walked towards me.

	"Hi," she said as I got up from my chair to welcome her. "I guessed you'd 
like to sit outside for a while, so I brought my coat."

	Over the next hour and a half we had a lot of fun. She was a bright, 
educated person, and her sense of humour was very well developed. While we 
consumed a couple of glasses of white wine and a cup of espresso, we covered 
a lot of subjects, and I planted the first couple of images in her mind. At 
eight o'clock the evening was getting cooler, so we got up and started 
towards the restaurant, she had chosen. It turned out to be a lovely room, 
and about as different from your typical tourist-Italian-restaurant as could 
be. High oak panelling, almost black from age, comfortable chairs, and not 
one Chianti bottle or picture of peasant girls.

	I left it to Vera to chose the menu and place the order with the waiter. 
Meanwhile I took a very direct approach at mind control, considering there 
was no time to let the more subtle hints do the trick. I ordered her to 
follow me back to the hotel for a drink in the bar, and that she should 
become very horny while we had a nightcap. Last I ordered her to follow me, 
when I invited her to my room. The rest I left to dad. While we waited for 
the food, Vera made a small trip to the bathroom. I called dad.

	"Hi, son. What a gorgeous woman."

	"Sure, I'm kind of regretting my promise. Have you followed me?"

	"Yes, all afternoon."

	"Do you know what I've ordered her to do, when we have finished dinner?"

	"Yes, I got that, too."

	"Are you sure you can find your way back to the hotel?"

	"Yes, no problem."

	"Do you want to take over now? Then you can also have the food."

	"That would be lovely. I'm not as good at English as you are, but she's 
not, either, and I don't think she'll notice."

	"OK. When she returns I'll go to the bathroom, and we can change. You must 
promise, though, that you are on the alert, if I suddenly panic and want to 
return. It is a long time, you know."

	"Sure, I'll very much pay attention, son."

	When Vera returned I went to the bathroom. In the stall I brought out the 
crystal ball. Slowly I transformed it into the proper, soft bubble and 
placed it in the image of myself that I had formed. As I imagined how I left 
my body through my backside, I felt dad take over from the front. When we 
had finished the process and I was floating in the corner of the stall, we 
had used only two minutes. I followed him when he returned to the table and 
picked up on the conversation. For a short while I `sat down' in a free 
chair beside them, to follow their conversation. It seemed that Vera had not 
noticed a thing.

	I have to admit that dad was good! He really had her attention. He made her 
laugh, he made her blush, he asked her questions, so two thirds of their 
conversation was Vera telling about herself. Gradually a strange thing 
happened. I got embarrassed! If they had been two strangers, I should have 
enjoyed it, but it was my father! Then and there I realised, I had developed 
a strange kind of love and affection for him, and this was too close. Too 
personal. I decided to try out the possibility he had told me about. I would 
leave them. I sent him a message about what I intended, asked him to be a 
little on the alert, and to play with his knife if he had understood. A few 
seconds later I watched my own hand reach for the table knife and spin it on 
the tablecloth.

	For a little while I drifted around in the restaurant, listening in at a 
few conversations, but as they were all in Italian, I did not understand a 
word. I drifted out into the piazza. Strange, how I did not feel the 
difference in temperature at all. The huge cathedral stretched like a black 
mountain towards the stars, and I wished it had still been open to visitors, 
so I could get inside. And then I was inside! The room was huge, almost like 
a world of its own. In a few corners candles were flickering in front of 
small altars, but the light was too weak to penetrate the vast darkness. 
Lights from the city seeped in through the stained glass windows and made 
the structure of the high ceiling discernable. For a while I drifted around 
in the comfortable darkness. I also tried out how it worked, this business 
about wishing to be somewhere. If I wished to be in front of one of the 
small altars, I was there. If I wished to be up under the high ceiling, I 
was there. For a while I just floated in the centre of the huge room.

	I got a scary feeling that I was not alone in the room. I could not see 
anything, but I was aware of several presences. I guessed they were 
`spirits' like myself, but it was much too disturbing for me, so I wished 
for the piazza again, and was out there immediately. I paid a short visit to 
the restaurant. Dad and Vera were at the dessert, and he sure had played his 
cards. They were touching hands, laughing and smiling. I decided to go back 
to the hotel bar and wait for them there.

	The bar was quite full. I had some fun drifting around and guess who people 
were. Here was a couple, obviously married for some years; there were two, 
who must have met only recently. Quite a number of single men, but only a 
few single women. Two of those women seemed to be hookers, who had an 
agreement with the bartender. They would receive drinks from some of the 
single men, but when the bartender poured out an expensive drink for them, 
it was nothing but different kinds of coloured water. I guessed they would 
split the price difference between them.

	Vera and dad arrived, arm in arm. She looked gorgeous, and dad smiled like 
the cat that drowned in the milk. I recognised the smile. After all it was 
my body he was using! I decided then and there, that I would leave them 
alone for three hours. What on earth was I to do with all that time? A young 
couple got up from their table and headed for the lift. I followed them. In 
the lift they kissed and groped, and they had hardly entered their room 
before they were naked. She was a skinny kind of a woman, but she sure was 
active. She dragged him to the bed and yelled something in Italian. She 
grabbed his cock and pulled it towards her pussy, and she groaned and panted 
when finally she had it inside her.

	This was really weird! If I had watched a porn movie like this, it would 
have made me very hard and horny. Now I felt like a non-committed observer! 
There was no tingle, no hard cock, no nothing! In fact it was utterly 
boring. I could register that she was a woman I would surely love to fuck, 
and if I met her when I got my body back, I think I'd try to hit on her; but 
for now it was nothing. I began to understand my dad. I drifted out of the 
room and floated slowly towards the bar. Vera and dad had left. I decided to 
pay them a short visit.

	When I arrived in my room, a lovely sight met me. Vera was half naked, 
dressed in a pretty corselet and stockings. She was kissing dad intensely, 
and his hands were caressing her round ass. I heard her whisper: "Wait a 
second, I have to use the bathroom."

	I used the opportunity and told dad to use no more than two hours on this. 
"It's utterly boring to float about."

	"And this is terribly exciting. I'll forever be grateful to you, and I'll 
be finished in two hours."

	"Good. I can't stand this much longer."

	"Try to fly upwards. Can be rewarding."

	We heard Vera getting ready to leave the bathroom, and I got ready to 
leave. I just threw one glance at her as she came back into the room, and I 
decided then and there, that if ever I were going to Milano in the future, 
I'd have her myself.

	When I got outside, I decided to follow dad's advice. I floated upwards, 
and was rewarded with a most beautiful sight of Milano by night. Glittering 
lights, car-lights moving about, and when I got higher up, the dark 
countryside around the town formed a beautiful frame around the city. A 
little higher up, and I could spot the distant lights from Genova. While I 
was staring that way, I got a terrible scare, and I learned something about 
the nature of this. Much too late I saw an airplane approaching me very 
fast. It had probably started form Milano airport, and was on the climb to 
flying altitude. I did not get out of its way, and the wing passed right 
through me! I did not feel a thing, and I was not even pushed by it.

	Dad had been right, advising me to fly upwards. Time flew by a lot faster 
than I had imagined, and suddenly I felt how dad dragged me back towards the 
hotel room. It was not as if I was dragged down through the air, the way I 
had flown upwards. I was just there, in the room, and slowly I was pulled 
back into my own body on the bed. It hit me like a blow by a hammer: The 
smells, the sounds, and my exhausted body, the feeling of satisfaction. It 
was all there again.

	"Hi, son. How are you?"

	"Well, how are YOU?"

	"Hilarious. Excited. I can't believe it. Wonderful. Better than anything."

	"Good for you! I can't say I loved it."

	"I'm sorry about that. We'll make it shorter, if there'll be another time. 
Which I surely hope."

	"Is this what it's going to be like when I die?"

	"No, no. I'll explain it to you, later. It's only here, in the no-land 
between life and afterlife."

	"Well, was it what you expected? She sure was a good-looking woman. Where 
is she, by the way?"

	"She had to go home to her husband. And yes, it was a lot better than I 
expected. Even if we should never repeat this, I shall be grateful to you, 
forever."

	"You must have been hard at it. I feel all exhausted."

	"You didn't watch?"

	"No. I knew how much I hated it myself, when you watched, so I kept out of 
the way."

	"OK. Let's say, she was a most vigorous lady in bed. Thank God you are in 
pretty good shape for your age."

	"OK, dad. Let's talk about it later. I have to get some rest. I have to 
catch a plane at 8 o'clock. I've ordered room service to wake me up at 6."

	"That's all right, son. And thank you. Thank you again. See you tomorrow on 
the plane, will that be all right?"

	"Sure. Bye, dad."

	Five minutes later I was fast asleep.

THE END OF PART TWO.





































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