The room was full of people, the sound of the multiple conversations blurring into an unintelligible din.  The room was large with double exits along each of the side walls.  Along the back three sets of double doors allowed passage into the main street of the small town.  Along the front wall a table had been set up facing into the room.  A second set of two tables faced the lone table with sixty chairs behind them.  It was a conference room, a meeting hall and a town center all at once.

    Two men sat at the lone table, staring silently into the room.  The chairs were full and the two tables were occupied by the leaders of the town.  One man, his hair gray, his eyes looking worn and haggard banged a gavel on the center table that faced the front of the room.  "Order," he called out, his voice not showing any indication to his age, it was powerful and the voices in the room began to dim.  

    Nathaniel and Keith sat, listening to the room come to order.  The conversations faded, the people that filled the seats shifted positions to face the forward.  The town leaders were seated in the two tables that faced them and Nathaniel scColletted their worn and tired faces.  Most of them had a look of disbelief, shocked that the two men sitting before them, could return and seemingly unharmed.  Another man looked at them skeptically, as if he expected something foul about to unfold.

    The gray haired man struck the table with the gavel a second time and said, his voice carrying through the large room, "this meeting is called to order.  We are here to discuss the return of Nathaniel and Keith to our town and to learn what happened to them."  

    The room slowly settled down until only a faint murmur could be heard milling through the large open room.  The gray haired man stood up and addressed Nathaniel and Keith as they sat facing the room.  "Nat," he nodded at Nathaniel, "Keith," a second nod at the younger man, "welcome back."

    "Thank you," Keith said.

    "Thank you," Nathaniel repeated.  "It is good to be back."

    "Would you please tell us what happened?  How you escaped from the castle?"

    Nathaniel stood and placed his hand on his grandson's shoulder.  "What you want to know is if she really is a vampire.  Was I right about her when we gathered together as a town and hunted her down.  Isn't that what you really want to know?"

    The room nodded and shouted out their affirmative responses.  

    "I was wrong about her," Nathaniel said.

    The room fell silent.

    "Yes," Nathaniel continued, "she is a vampire, but that does not mean she is dangerous.  Keith and I have spent the last month in her home and are happy to have done so.  She is a powerful woman that commands the respect of all who meet her and I for one am happy to call her friend.

    "She released both Keith and I back to our homes when she realized that we were unhappy being away.  Does that sound like the actions of an evil creature that hunts the dreams of the young?  No," he answered his own question.  "It does not.  She is harmless in her home and any of you can visit her if you like.  She would welcome you into her castle with open arms."  Nathaniel looked into the crowd, "Mark, you have a question?"

    A tall man in the back stood up.  He was gangly, his hair unkempt, "yes," he said in a feminine tone, "how do we know you are not being controlled by her right now?  That you are not under some spell forcing you to say these words?"

    The crowd nodded in assent and voiced their approval at the question.

    Nathaniel twisted his head in a look that bespoke uncertainty, "I don't think I can say anything that would convince you that that is simply not the case.  We are not being manipulated by her; we are not her marionettes.  We are the same two men we were a month ago."  He shook his head, "no, not exactly the same.  We are smarter now, wiser.  We have learned that she is not to be feared, that we have nothing to fear from her."

    The tall man sat down, his question seemingly answered.  

    The gray haired man spoke up, "what do you say, Keith.  You have been silent throughout this."

    Nathaniel stepped backwards as Keith stood up from his chair.  He took a deep breath and said, "what would you have me say, Nicolai?  That when my grandfather came for me I didn't want to leave, that I was happy there.  I was at the time.  The novelty of being so readily accepted was making me happy.  When my grandfather showed up he reminded me of what I left behind.  The friends and family and life that I was comfortable in.  The novelty wore off.  Is that what you want to hear?"

    "What is your interpretation of the vampire?"

    "My grandfather says she is harmless.  The truth is, she is not.  She will not harm us unprovoked, but she can defend herself.  We are not being controlled by her now, we are not here under duress doing her bidding.  We are just happy to be home."

    Nicolai smiled, seemingly appeased by their responses, "well, and I think I can speak for all of us, welcome home."

* * * * *

     They are home, Collette thought to me as the morning sunlight climbed in the sky, shining into the bedroom, basking us in its warm embrace.  The first town meeting has wrapped up with a question and answer session that seemed to put everyone at ease.  I have to say that they have performed admirably.

     That is great to hear, I replied in kind, my thumb caressing the knuckles of her soft hand.  How long until Friar Essex arrives?

    Five days, she replied.  She sat up and looked at my lying by her side.  You have a lot of work to do.  Call Brian in here please.

    Concentrating on the castle I found Brian out on the roof, the sound of the ocean dancing along the shore a melodic backdrop.  He was reading Collette's diary, one of the earlier ones that I had read, and he was lost in the words.  His eyes were scanning the flowing script and with each passing page he seemed more and more engrossed in the life unfolding in the words.

    Brian, I thought to him.  Brian, can you hear me?

    He looked up from the book and said, "yes."

    Can you come to the bedroom please? I thought to him.

    "I'm on my way," he said aloud, closing the book.  I watched as he stood up, stretched towards the rising sun, and craned his neck to relieve the tension within.  He tucked the book under his left arm and crossed the roof towards the spiraling stairway into the depths of the castle below.

    He is on his way, I informed Collette.

    I know.

    She knew, of course.  While I was amazed with my growing ability to manipulate the world and others with my mind, it was second nature to Collette.  She had listened to me summon Brian per her instructions, the ever vigilant teacher watching over her adept pupil. 

    Collette shifted as she climbed onto the floor.  She stood up and told me to remain in bed.  She walked to the sunken tub and filled it with a thought, showing me how easy it was.  I remembered having to concentrate, blocking out all other thoughts to start the water and Collette did it as easily as drawing a breath.  She climbed into the water as Brian entered the bedroom.

    Hello, Brian, I thought to him.

    "Hello," he replied.

    Would you like to come? Collette asked Brian from the tub.

    "Yes."

    Don't move.  Make him come, she thought to me.  Masturbate him.

    From the bed I concentrated on Brian's cock; his erection growing with the mental manipulation of my mind.  I reached out with my thoughts and slowly masturbated Brian.  I found the task easier than the checking the temperature of running water as I did not need to concentrate on feedback from my outstretched thoughts.  It was a matter of manipulating Brian's hot flesh and watching his responses.

    My eyes were open and I realized that I had progressed from just the day before.  Yesterday I had to close my eyes and concentrate on the task Collette had set before me.  Now, today I was able to obey her commands with my eyes open, in fact was using my vision to guide the actions of my thoughts, watching Brian's face contort with pleasure as my mind continued to stroke his erection.

    I continued to massage Brian's penis until his legs tensed in anticipation.  His knees buckled slightly and with a loud groan he came, sending a thick stream of his seed spilling into the air.  His knees bent further and his mouth opened wide in pleasure, his eyes shut tight.  With his breathing coming in rapid bursts Collette thought to me, very good, very, very good.

    Thank you, I replied happily.

    Come here Brian, Collette thought to him

    Brian crossed the room and upon her commands he bent forward, his head inches from her mouth.  She bit his neck, clamping down on the pliant flesh.  She drank deep, pulling his blood into her mouth.  She could feel her strength returning as his essence poured into her mouth.  Finishing she commanded, go to Dennis.

    Brian wobbled to me and standing still I climbed from the bed and bit his throat.  I pulled his blood into my mouth, the thick coppery fluid alive on my tongue spilled from his throat.  I drank heavily, feeling stronger with each passing gulp.  Pulling my mouth from his throat I thought to him, thank you Brian.

    Weakly he said, "you are welcome."

    Collette sent Brian to the kitchen to prepare breakfast.  The thought of tangible food sounded appealing, a pleasure that would soon be realized.  Collette called to me to her and held a cloth to me, wash me, she thought to me.  

    I took the cloth that she held in her delicate hands and dipping it in the water I began to soap her back, neck, and shoulders.  I washed her from a kneeling position, reaching down her body with the wash cloth.  Shifting backwards I washed her breasts and stomach.  My hand inched lower, reaching between her legs I bathed her sex and continued lower to wash her legs and feet.

    She stood up and allowed me to wash the rest of her delightful body.  I set the cloth aside and grabbed a large towel.  Holding it open she stepped into my arms.  Slowly I patted her dry, sucking up the water and bubbles of the bath into the thirsty towel.  When she was clean she took my hand and led me from the bedroom and left towards the kitchen.  

    Entering the dining room we found that Brian had cut some cantaloupe and honey dew melons as well as peeling and slicing some fresh grapefruit.  He poured both Collette and I a glass of fresh orange juice and from the kitchen the smell of brewing coffee greeted us.  Collette and I took a seat and I sipped the juice while Collette picked up some freshly sliced grapefruit wedges.  

    "Yummy," Collette exclaimed, biting into the juicy fruit.

    Brian placed a cup of coffee in front of Collette and then her words came to me, taste my coffee.

    I knew what she meant, it was another lesson. I had already felt from afar, having checked the temperature of the water that I had drawn for Collette, now I needed to attempt to taste from across the room.  I looked at the cup of coffee, a wisp of steam rising from the rim.  My glance became a stare as I concentrated on the coffee.

    I started simply by trying to repeat the task she had set for me in the bedroom, feeling the temperature of the water.  Staring at the cup I felt the heat on my fingers, felt the liquid wrap around my fingers like a vine.  Now, feeling the water I reached out with an imagined tongue and attempted to slip that mental tongue alongside my fingers.

    I felt my imagined tongue slide along my imagined fingers.  To my mind it was as if I was licking two fingers held in a cup of hot coffee.  Reaching with my thoughts I slipped my mental tongue into the water.  The heat burned and with a verbal hiss I withdrew my tongue.  

    Very good, Collette thought to me, reading my progress.  Keep trying.

    Again I reached out with my thoughts and slipped my cerebral tongue along my imaginary fingers.  Again the water was hot on my tongue but this time I was able to keep my mind focused.  I lapped at the coffee like a kitten at a bowl of milk, pulling the hot fluid into my imagined mouth.  Across the room my face contorted as the bitter fluid landed on my tongue.  Needs sugar, I reported to Collette.

    Then add some.

    I looked at the container of sugar that rested on the table next to the salt and pepper shakers adorned with a raised imprint of the letters S and P.  Concentrating on the sugar dispenser I watched as it rose from the table, drifted on a whisper thin thought, and tilted to pour some sugar into the coffee.

    I felt Collette's lips on mine and I kissed her back, concentrating on both the sugar and the full, ripe, warm taste of her lips on mine.

    Very good!  Collette exclaimed in my mind.  

    I returned the sugar dispenser to the table and thought back, thank you.

    It wasn't that long ago when I was able to distract you while you were engaged in a task I had given you.  You did that with remarkable ease, never losing your thoughts on adding the sugar to my drink.  I would have been happy if the sugar had simply not fallen.  You kissing me back shows how far your training has progressed.  I mean it, you have done wonderfully.

    My cheeks blushed red with her glowing praise.

    Her lips withdrew and I felt saddened briefly by the loss of the gentle touch.  From across the table her words drifted to mine.  How is my coffee?

    Once again I tasted the coffee, the sugar helping it immensely.  It is perfect, I announce on a thought.

    I watched as Collette lifted the cup to her lips and sipped the hot fluid.  Setting the cup on the table she thought to me, yes, perfect.  I looked at her, staring into her dark eyes.  I have another task, she thought and I could read the passion in her words.  

    I smiled, what would you like?

    I want you to crawl under the table and eat me, she thought.  While you are doing that I want you to pleasure me with your mind as well.  I want to feel two tongues on my body.  Looking at her naked form I could see her nipples harden, the thought of my task exciting her.  

    I dropped from the chair and crawled under the table.  I inched forward, staring up as Collette spread her legs wide, revealing her sex to my hungry eyes.  I blinked twice and reached out with an imagined tongue.  Concentrating on her nude form I extended an imagined tongue and with a slow, gentle stroke I licked the hard nub of her left nipple.

    From above the table Collette moaned in heated delight.

    I kept my attention focused on her breasts, my imaginary tongue bathing the flesh of her chest, darting across her erect nipples.  With her soft moans an indication of my actions above I bent forward and with my real tongue I licked a path up her legs to her wet sex.  Her scent, heavy in my nostrils, was enticing, my cock standing firm in response to the erotic smell.

    My mind continued lapping her breasts as I extended my tongue to part the soft lips of her pussy.  I parted her sex, stuck my tongue within her pussy, and began running my tongue in large circles. I massaged the sides of her pussy, pushing the flesh of her sex around.  

    With my mind I continued to tongue her nipples, working my mind in ever expanding circles that started at her nipples and worked out.  Her cleavage caused me to change rotation and as I expanded out from the left nipple to the valley between her breasts I rotated the opposite way with my licking tongue, working towards her right nipple.  Back and forth I worked from her left breast and back to her right.

    Below my real tongue was taking long swipes along the exterior of her sex, from the bottom to her clit where it made small, quick circles.  Up and down I lapped at her sex, savoring the taste of her excretions, listening with delight at her moans of pleasure.  I continued to pleasure her pussy with my tongue while maintaining the activities of my imagined tongue against her breasts, until her feet lifted up on her toes and her hands gripped my hair.

     Holding me against her she came loudly, her hands digging into my scalp, pulling at my hair.  Her screams of delight echoed off of the stone walls of the castle and from under the table I noticed the glow of the candles increasing in response to her orgasmic bliss.  Her moans were loud, her breathing coming in spurts.  

    She released my hair, very good, she thought to me.  I could hear her labored breathing in her thoughts.  Very, very, good.  

    Smiling I again thanked her for her praise.  

    She stood up and thought to me, follow me.  

    I climbed from under the table and together the two of us left the kitchen with Brian cleaning up behind us.  She turned left and when we reached the end of the hallway we turned right again.  The candles still flared to life before us and extinguished as we passed.  I was no longer amazed by the simple actions of the candles, or the carpet that appeared before us only to disappear in our wake.  It was just another aspect of the world bending to Collette's will.

    At the end of the hallway we climbed a set of stairs to the second floor.  I had hardly been on this floor, only once or twice since I had arrived so many months ago, not counting my original tour.  Following Collette she turned right and together we stepped out onto a balcony that overlooked a small garden.  

    Collette stepped aside and told me to look down.  We were perhaps fifteen feet above the ground.  The garden was alive with fresh vegetables, carrots and peas, lettuce and squash grew in the rich soil.  Time for another test, Collette informed me, standing behind me as I looked over the edge.

    What test? I queried as my eyes opened quizzically.

    Jump, she commanded me.  Jump and don't hit the ground.  You have seen me floating on a mist, using the water in the air to support me.  Jump and use what you know to command that mist to appear and ease your fall, to slow and then stop you before you hit the ground.  You can do it.  I have faith.

    Faith.  So powerful a word.  I took a deep breath and climbed onto the stone wall that served as the balconies protective railing.  I hung my feet over the ledge and looked down.  It was a short drop and even if I failed, I knew I would not be hurt.  But I didn't want to fail, I wanted to please her, wanted to hear her encouraging words and praise.  I couldn't fail.

    With a deep breath and wide open eyes I jumped.

    I concentrated as I fell, ignoring the ground as I rushed down to meet it's hard embrace.  I thought of the air and the water that was floating in it, hidden from view.  I concentrated on the air, willing it to coalesce around me and form a mist to catch me. Catch me, I thought to the air, ease my fall.

    My eyes shut as I felt the air around me grow cold.  I could feel the air as it swirled around my naked form, caressing my skin until Goosebumps exploded over my bare arms and legs.  My eyes snapped open as I slowed.  I looked down at a cold mist beneath me, holding me aloft, inches above the hard ground.  The mist swirled and danced in the unseen currents of the air, twisting and falling in random patterns, driven by the myriad chaotic shifts hidden in the breeze.

    I hovered above the ground, my mouth open in both amazement and joyous delight.  I did it, I thought to Collette.  I did it!

    Yes, she thought down to me.  Now, drift back up.  

    Returning to her side above me proved remarkably easy.  The mist was already formed and all I had to do was command it to raise me up to the balcony where Collette was waiting.  I rose on the cool breeze of the swirling mist and climbed onto the stone railing.  I did it, I exclaimed happily, elated with my activities.

    Collette was smiling, yes, you did great.

    Thank you, I thought to her.  My head cocked to one side, how long did it take you to learn to do things like this.  I mean, I continued, I have been training heavily for almost a week.  How long did it take you.

    Still smiling Collette replied with her mind, years, I learned it in years.

    She could read the confusion on my face when I asked, years?

    Remember, Robert trained me for nine years before I took his life.  I was living an almost normal life, and did not spend every waking moment practicing what I had learned or attempting to manipulate items with my mind.  I went to school as a normal child would, played with friends after school. Yes, Robert trained me, and he did a great job doing it, but it wasn't a madcap rush like we are doing with you.  

    She continued, her thoughts loud in my mind, we are training you to aid me in a battle against another of our kind, a battle that will not be easy.  Also, you came to me, fully aware of what I was.  You had already accepted that I was a vampire as you have accepted that fact that you too are a vampire.  You sought me out whereas Robert found me and lured me into my destiny.  

    Your training has progressed remarkably, you have been learning since you got her.  Remember when you had the seagull shit on Keith, your training had already begun then.  You thought it was only a week that you had been training, that isn't true.  You have been training since your arrival and you are ready, she was nodding now, to aid me in my fight against Friar Essex.  You may not believe it, but you are also ready to end my life.  

    No, I shook my head, not wanting to believe the words that I knew to be true.

    Yes, she nodded, you are.  

    I looked into her dark eyes and could not detect any sense of sadness, she wanted to die, she was being honest with that.  Centuries have come and gone and with it the desire to continue on.  The centuries had become meaningless to her, she had seen and felt all that she wanted since Robert had created the creature that she was so long ago.

    Yes, she said, reading my thoughts, I am more than ready to end this existence.  You will help me when Friar Essex is gone.  

    Yes, I thought to her.  I could not deny her.  I had sought her out, had become a vampire willingly, and would do what she asked unerringly.  I would, at her behest, end this existence, would drive the stake through her heart that would finally allow her to pass from this immortal life and into the open and awaiting arms of death.  

    Come, Collette's words drifted into my head.  She held her arm out to me, come, pleasure me.  

    She pulled me from the second floor down the stairs and into the master bedroom.  She collapsed onto the bed and spread her heated thighs.  She was forceful with her hands, pulling me onto her, shoving my head down her body and between her legs.  She clasped my face with her thighs, pinning my mouth against her sex.  Her thin pubic hair tickled my nose and with a moan she said aloud, "now."

    No encouragement was needed, I began to lap at her pussy like a man possessed.  I shoved my tongue into her hot sex forcefully, fully, deeply.  I pistoned my tongue like a jack hammer, out and in with strong, rapid bursts.  The need in her voice when she moaned, "now," was transferred into the actions of my mouth against her pussy.  I massaged her nether lips with the lips of my face while my tongue darted between her softness with passion.

    Her body tensed as her pleasure grew.  In my mind I could see a kaleidoscope of color bursting behind her eyes, a vivid recreation of the pleasure she was receiving from the vigorous actions of my lips, jaw and tongue.  Her nipples hardened and she began toying with them, tweaking the hardened nubs between fingers and thumbs.  The sensations in her breasts escalated the pleasure of her body and the kaleidoscope of color became a hot burst of white as she came with a loud scream of completion.

    Wow, I thought to her, the sensations of her orgasm still lingering in my mind.  Is it always like that?  

    No, she replied slowly, her body a calm sea of contented bliss.  It isn't always like that.  Sometimes it's better.  When an orgasm passes and the sensations remain, you climb even higher.  Your body catches fire with the growing passion, a heat that could set a city ablaze.  It can be, she paused as if looking for the word, over powering.

    Wow, I repeated, weaker than before.

    Want me to show you?

    I looked at her with a half quizzical look.  Could she? I wondered.  I nodded, knowing that she could.  Yes, I said, my thoughts sounding small.

    She held her hand to me, here, take my hand.

    I held my hand out and when she gripped it my body tensed as an electric current ran through me.  I hissed, the sound growing dimmer as my body merged into Collette's.  I looked through clenched eyes as my body grew thin, being pulled into Collette's corporal being.  I faded physically and then disappeared.

    I took stock of the new sensations I was feeling.  I felt weaker and more diminutive.  The candles that danced in the soft currents of air in the bedroom seemed brighter when I looked at them through Collette's eyes.  I realized that Collette had absorbed me, that I had become part of her when I had gripped her hand.  I remembered how she had walked through my body when we visited the tunnels underneath the castle. This was like that, only on a much grander scale.

    Are you okay? I heard Collette ask me in our collective mind.

    Yes, I replied, I think so.  

    I heard her call out in my (our?) mind.   Brian, come in here please.

    How do you feel? she asked.  

    Weird, I admitted.  I heard you ask how I felt but it sounded like I was asking myself how I felt.  I knew what question I was going to ask before I asked it, or more correctly, I knew what you were going to ask because it seemed like I was voicing the question.  It is odd and slightly overwhelming.  I can feel what you are feeling, can see what and how you see.  I hear better like this which makes me believe that your hearing is better than mine.

    She turned her head towards the door and through our collective eyes we watched as the door opened and Brian entered.  Brian seems taller to me now, I continued, expressing what it was I was experiencing.  The candles seem brighter, the air is much cooler, it is almost cold.  As me I always thought the rooms were a tad warm, now that is not the case.  

    Finally I repeated my first word, weird.

    I heard her giggle joyously in our thoughts.  "Brian," she said and I felt Collette spread her legs.  I could feel the cold air on my sex, the feeling erotic and mesmerizing.  I felt it when Collette slid a hand down her body to gently cup her sex, amazed how it felt like my hand cupping my own pussy.  "Eat me, Brian," Collette commanded, her breathing thick, my breathing shallow.

    Collette pulled her hand away from what could only be described as my pussy.  It felt like it was attached to me.  I could feel the air that danced coolly against the wetness that had collected.  Collette was excited, the thought of another orgasm fueled by the knowledge of the intimacy in which we were now engaged enflaming her body.  My body.

    I watched through Collette's eyes as Brian dropped to his knees.  He crawled across the floor towards our single body.  He inched forward, crawling off of the floor and onto the bed that lay flush with it.  The waterbed shook with his weight as he inched forward, his eyes riveted on Collette's heated pussy, on my wet sex.   I felt his hands push my legs further apart, spreading me, preparing me for his tongue.

    An involuntary gasp left my lips with the first powerful stroke of Brian's tongue against Collette's pussy.  I felt his tongue as it slid along the moist folds of the gentle flesh.  My body, buried within Collette's, tightened in the amazingly subtle yet overwhelming feel of pleasure.  The pleasure wasn't centered on the sex alone, it spread like wildfire from the central point of her pussy outward in hot waves that threatened to cause my body to shake violently.

    The pleasure climbed from my groin outward, rippling in ever growing waves.  Each time Brian lapped at Collette's pussy I felt those waves growing bigger, stronger, and more enveloping.  

    Brian continued to lap at Collette's pussy and when his tongue pressed against Collette's clit my body did tighten up.  It was an unconscious action.  The pleasure that Brian's tongue sent spiraling out when his tongue pressed against the wet folds of her sex was amplified countless times when his tongue pressed against the hardened nub of her clit.  My body had tensed in the anticipation of the wave of pleasure that would follow.  If the pleasure that my body felt from the probing tongue against Collette's pussy was a stream, the pleasure the riveted my body when his tongue lapped against her clit was a river.

    The waves of pleasure were white capping along every nerve in my body.  My lungs filled and heavy as I sucked in a breath of air.  My teeth clenched in pleasure as the wave brought on by his tongue against Collette's clit sped through my body.  My arms were tense, my back arched in pleasure.  When I shut my eyes the pleasure seemed amplified even more; my vision no longer commanded attention from my brain, and as such, the pleasure climbed.

    Brian's tongue continued to lap at Collette's sex and with it the pleasure that I was feeling grew.  The waves of pleasure exploded behind my eyes, white hot bursts of excitement that threatened to blind me in its intensity.  Collette came, and with her I did too, the pleasure finally peaking in an avalanche of pleasure that spread from my crotch outward like the waves that had carried that pleasure.  

    I could feel my breathing strained, my lungs seemingly unable to draw a deep breath. I was panting from within Collette's body and after the orgasm passed the pleasure still remained, a tingling of rapture threaten to explode again, and it seemed that it would take little effort to cause my body to tighten in orgasmic bliss again.

    Brian climbed off of the bed, a silly, happy grin on his face.  I watched through Collette's eyes as he left the bedroom and turned left towards the kitchen.  He had been cooking when Collette had called him into the bedroom and he promptly returned to the food that he had been preparing.

    Don't move, Collette thought to me.  I held myself still as she pulled her body away from mine until once again we were separate.  I missed the connection, the intimacy.  Instantly the room seemed warmer, the colors not as sharp; I was me again.  Well, she asked, lying next to me on the sunken waterbed.

    I was silent for a moment, lost in the feelings that had overwhelmed my confined body.  Wow, I finally thought in reply.  That was more intense than I could ever have imagined.  

    Yes, she agreed.

    I continued to lay there in silence, finding that my strength was gone.  The orgasm that had swept through my body had sapped my energy, leaving me spent.  I was breathing shallowly and felt myself growing tired.  Wow, I said again, now I need a nap.  I laughed softly out loud.

    Not yet, Collette thought to me.  Brian is cooking, remember?

    Yes, I replied and struggled to my feet.  

    We walked back to the dining room.  It seemed to me that we had just eaten breakfast, but the sight that greeted my eyes was of a lavish feast.  Brian had done a remarkable job.  The table was set with Cornish hens toasted to a golden brown, mashed potatoes with the skins intact, home made gravy, and some steamed broccoli covered with a cheese sauce.  The scents that filled the air caused my tired body to grumble in hunger, "it smells great," I said to Brian.

    "Thank you, sir," he said.  His face contorted in confusion, "where were you?"

    I smiled in response.  

    "I see," he understood that I was not going to answer his question.  To be honest I wasn't entirely sure how to answer him.  

    I escorted Collette to the head of the table and helped her to her seat.  After I pushed her chain in for her I took my seat next to her.  She was smiling as Brian took his seat and together the three of us at the meal that Brian had prepared, each of us dining on a delectable Cornish hen and the accompanying vegetables.  Collette was purring in delight, savoring the meal with a vocal outpouring of her feelings.

    She caught me looking at her, taste it with my tongue she told me.

    I smiled in response.  Reaching out with my mind I concentrated, working to taste food as she did.  Next to her I watched as she took a bite of the broccoli and immediately the flavor of the vegetable exploded on my tongue.  I could taste it and surprisingly it tasted differently than when I tasted it with my tongue.  

    It tasted fresher, more flavorful when tasted through Collette's tongue.  I wondered if all food had an improved flavor.  No, I reasoned, I doubted it.  She did not like some of the things that I did and as such the taste to her would most likely much different than mine, the taste would be worse than they were to me.  

    Amazing, I told her.  It tasted better than it did for me.  I am curious, I continued.  If we have some asparagus would I like it if I tasted it as you do?

    There is only one way to find out.  Collette turned her head and looked at Brian who had been sitting quietly eating his dinner. "Brian," Collette said, "would you make some asparagus now, please?"

    Brian stood from the table, took a bite of hen and said, "of course."

    When Brian returned he was carrying a small bowl of steamed asparagus coated in butter.  He set the bowl on the table between Collette and I and then returned to his seat where he once again began eating.  Collette spooned a small helping of the green vegetable onto her plate and took a bite.  "Very good," she said to Brian.  Then, thinking to me, she said, now, taste it.

    Once again I concentrated as Collette took another bite of the crisp vegetable.  She was chewing slowly, allowing me to taste the vegetable that was in her mouth.  I tasted the vegetable and my face contorted; it tasted as bad as I remembered.  That didn't work, I thought to her.

    She laughed, your face was great.  I guess you didn't like it.  

    No, I admitted, I didn't.  I guess I am still tasting it and decoding that taste with my mind, I am just receiving the signals from your tongue.  There is a slight difference which may just be a difference in taste buds.  

    Her laughing slowed and her face was alive with mirth.  It was fun to try. 

    We finished eating and Brian cleared the table and did the dishes.  Collette stood up and took my hand.  She pulled me behind her and led me from the dining room.  We turned left and then left again.  The heavy wooden drawbridge lowered at our approach and within moments we were standing on the beach, looking out over the blue water and breaking waves.

    Friar Essex is almost here, Collette thought to me.

    I nodded once, yes, I know.

    He is close, so close.  I can feel his hatred towards me, her words were soft in my mind as she continued, he wants me dead.   

    I waited for her to continue, she wanted to tell me something, something that she felt was important.  She turned towards the water, it's beautiful, isn't it?  I love the ocean.   It's so powerful yet it contains a tranquility that can't be matched.  So peaceful at times.

    I waited.

    Collette turned towards me and smiled wanly, if I die and Friar Essex is defeated I want you to promise me that you won't try and reverse history.  Promise me.  Save yourself from having to take my life.  Promise me.  

    Her words were sincere and I could detect a hint of regret in her thoughts.  She seemed concerned with the upcoming battle.  It was as if she had already seen the outcome and was trying to ease my mind and maybe even hers.  

    Promise me! she exclaimed, her words forced.

    I promise.

    She looked at my eyes and nodded, reading my thoughts.  She knew I was telling her the truth, if we won and she died I would not revert to an earlier past, or even try, to save her life.  It was like a living will that she had signed and I was the executor.  Aloud I said, nodding softly, "I promise."

    It was the first time I had spoken aloud in a few hours and hearing the words Collette nodded, took my hand, and led me inside.

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