In the next moments she doubted her sanity. “You’re not intruding at all and yes they should be able to sort themselves out well enough. xxx He did not however lose his ability to pass to other hosts and would do so not entirely predictably. Knowing he should stop leading up to it and just make his move he rose and sat next to her on the bed. In due course they divested themselves of all clothing. Is it some kind of expressionism?” She asked, concentrating on the words. He has me under some kind of spell or charm, she thought but at the same time she loved being under it. His spell instructed her body to produce melanin in the form of an image, in her case the image was Ariadne within a labyrinth.
