TELEPATHS Story Repost

[Cecilia M Tan]

Elf sez:
> Great, so when are we going to get a repost of "Telepaths"

Ask and ye shall receive. Hopefully this will also cut down on the
e-mail requests I get for it. This is all four parts of the original
posting, put together. I will be submitting a slightly edited version
to the magazine NUGGET, a fetish-oriented mag from the same publishers
as Cavalier and Gent.

-ctan

Telepaths Don't Need Safewords

by cecilia tan
copyright c 1991 by cecilia m. tan

Part One of Four: The Arrival

Arshan tugged on the leash and gave me a bare-toothed
smile, insistent and yet as catty as if he had winked. I
replied with a sullen look, half a sneer really, saying with
the look what I thought -- You know how much I hate this
leash and you know how much I love this scene. He dangled
the leash over his shoulder, leading me across an open plaza
toward the Hall. I kept my eyes down, not out of submission
but to keep an eye on his feet. Arshan stands about 6'4".
With the leash over his shoulder, I didn't have much room to
avoid his long legs. I may have been playing the slave, but
the last thing I wanted was to look like a klutz. I could
feel him smiling.
At the door we exchanged looks again, and he thought, *It's
been a while.*
*I know. But I'm up for it if you are,* I assured him,
making a last mental check on our costumes. He carried no
weapon, no instrument, no tool, save pieces of his costume
which had more than one use. We'd worked hard perfecting it,
the belts, the waist length cape, the boots. His colors, as
always, were black and dark green. My own costume had less
elements--a basic black halter stretched over my breasts and
black dancers' tights came to mid-calf. Oh, and the leash.
Barefoot, I believe in traveling light. I draped myself
against him as he presented our pass to the door man. We
donned simple eyemasks, and proceeded down the carpeted
hallway. *Think people will remember us?*

The Hall's inside ceiling is about fifty feet high, I
think, perhaps higher, with one long wall made entirely of
glass, overlooking the Galdarin River. Balconies dot the
opposite wall, and crystals and lights and chandeliers
everywhere. Arshan made his way straight for Cleopatra, one
of our old friends.
She dripped with black beads, completely covered, and yet
not covered at all by a complex network of beaded strands,
hanging in long wings from her arms, and cascading down her
back from her black hair. She turned from the conversation
when she saw us, throwing up her hands and kissing Arshan on
the cheek. "You've arrived! We've missed you, you know.
And you," she added, turning to me. "It got very dull here
for a while." She sighed, fluttering her eyelids. I love
Cleo's act. And she loves ours.
Arshan smiled. "It's good to be back."
"Easy for you to say," I said, tossing my head.
He turned on me, shortening up the leash and speaking
harshly. "I am trying to converse with the Lady Cleopatra.
Now, will you be quiet or will I have to cut your tongue
out?"
I gave no answer at all except to nod my head toward Cleo.
She smiled. "As I said, it was getting very dull around
here."

Part Two of Four: By the Pool...

We were lounging by the pool later, with some poeple we new
and some we didn't, when Arshan finally slapped me. Maidi
and Bivon had been taking turns whipping Danielle. When they
were done, she got down on her knees and thanked them for it.
That was when Gallen, a blond haired fop that Cleo favored
started in with "She's a proper pretty one. All slaves
should behave so well, don't you think, Arshan?"
"She's very beautiful," Arshan said to Cleopatra.
C"leo swallowed a bit of plum. "I believe she's for sale."
"Oh?" Gallen sat up a bit in his lounge chair. "Maidi,
how much?"
Maidi and Bivon sat on the grass, coddling Danni between
them. "No, she's not for sale," Maidi said.
"I'd say she's worth 40,000," Gallen continued. "Whereas I
wouldn't pay more than 5000 for one like yours, Arshan."
"Not that I would go with you, anyway." I replied from
where I sat at Arshan's feet. Arshan jerked on the leash.
"You haven't properly broken her, yet?"
Cleo laughed. "Arshan likes them with their teeth intact."
Gallen was unfazed. "Imagine that. I think she needs a
lesson."
I sneered. "From you? I'd rather put out my own eyes."
Arshan jerked the chain so hard I pitched forward onto my
hands. "That will be quite enough, slave." He sat up in the
lounge chair a little, then settled back, shortening the
chain so I remained on all fours. "I can handle her, fine,
myself, thank you." He smiled obsequiously at Gallen.
"Oh, it's no fault of yours, I'm sure." Gallen picked up a
plum from the bowl between Cleopatra and him. "Still, I can
see why she's talking back. You haven't even got a bat for
her."
"I've never needed one."
Cleo applauded the point by tapping her own crop in her
gloved palm. "Arshan has many methods."
"Still, I wonder how she would respond to some of my own."
Gallen stood, placed himself in front of me. "Look at me,
slave."
I drew my eyes up his leg, stopped at his crotch. I let
half a smile onto my face.
"I said, look at me."
"I am."
Gallen lifted my chin with his boot. I held his gaze for a
moment, then dropped back down to admire his groin again.
There wasn't much to see really, at first. But as he grew
more angry, he grew. I watched the bulge thicken as he made
a fist. "You have to put fear into her, Arshan. Like this."
He drew back his foot to kick me.
Arshan was up in an instant, between us. "Think again."
Cleo laughed, tugging on Gallen's velvet sleeve. "No one
strikes her but Arshan, dear, and she obeys no one but him."
"Well, what good is she, then." Gallen said sullenly,
sinking back down into the chair at Cleo's side. I was
already holding onto Arshan's leg. I let my hands run up and
down his thigh. I closed my eyes and rubbed against him with
my cheek. *That was close.*
*He's obviously an asshole. I'd let you bait him some more
except I think he's dangerous.*
*I don't know. I drew my hand between his legs to caress
his crotch, letting the heat from his stiffening penis flow
into my fingers. *Shall I show him what good am I?
Arshan made some meanningless small talk with Cleo as I
came around his leg to kneel in front of him. One thing
about the loose fitting pants we had made, the folds didn't
end in seams on the inside. And Arshan never wore underwear.
I had his cock in my mouth then. "You see," he was
explaining, " she is extremely loyal. And always grateful."
I would have added soemthing of my own, but my mouth was
full. Using my lips I squeezed some pre-come into my mouth
and swallowed. I let my tongue work the underside, the
tender cleft just at the base of the head until he was having
trouble keeping up the conversation. I felt him start to go,
his hips began to buck, and then I ducked.
Semen shot out onto the grass mostly, but a fair bit
spattered the golden edge of Gallen's green waistcoat.
Arshan recovered immediately. He grabbed me by the chin.
He scolded me harshly, speaking in Ardric, "Garhocht! Igze
toth!" He gripped the halter at the center and pulled it
over my head, using it to pull my arms back. He swung his
leg over me, and from behind me secured it at my wrists with
two knots. Then he knelt in front of me, holding my head
still by the hair at the base of my neck, and slapped me with
his right hand across my cheek.
*Again* I thought.
He raised his hand high this time, and I tried to flinch,
but his other hand held me still. "Aragesh, izo toh" he
said, almost growling, as he brought the slapping hand down
to fondle my breasts instead. He squeezed the nipples
between the knuckles of his first and middle fingers. Then,
he forced my head down to the grass. The blades prickled
against my bare chest, cool and rough. "Are you ready to
apologize?"
"I'm sorry, Master."
"You needn't apologize to me. Apologize to this gentleman,
whose finery you've ruined."
I kept my mouth shut. Gallen was on his feet now, towering
above us. Arshan stood, picking up the end of the leash
again. "Slave." He gave it a jerk and I sat up. But I kept
my head down. "Slave," he repeated.
"Agreth och," I said.
*You're pushing it.* "Maybe I haven't made myself clear,"
he said, wrapping the leash around his hand, until he held me
fast by the neck. "I think you owe this man something, and I
intend to see he gets it." He maneuvered me onto my back in
the grass, leading me by the neck. "Gallen, may I borrow
your knife?"
"Certainly."
He handed down a pearl-handled dagger. Arshan slipped it
deftly under the waistband of my tights, and with one stroke
away from my body, ripped them open from my bellybutton to my
anus. Uncoiling the leash about a foot, he wrapped the other
end around my right ankle, binding my foot near my head. The
left leg he bound with one of the belts from around his own
waist, by wrapping my knee to my shoulder. I felt my own
wetness drip down the crack of my ass as my pussy was now
open to the wind. "Gallen, I believe this slave owes you
something. So long as you do not strike her, you may do as
you will."
*What?* But Arshan didn't answer me as Gallen opened a
cockslit in his own tights and brandished his penis. "With
pleasure," he said, as he motioned for two male slaves to
lift me up onto the table. He pressed the head of his cock
against my ass. "I will gladly spill some seed in return."
And with that he rammed into me. He got about an inch in,
holding me by my thighs. His cock burned it was so dry, as
he thrust deeper in. I saw his face twist and wondered if it
was unpleasant for him, too. But then I felt his balls up
against my ass, and he started pumping. I clenched my teeth
tightly, staring him in the eye as he worked. I don't think
he liked that, but it didn't matter because soon his eyes
were shut. The motion became smoother as pre-come leaked out
of him, but I kept my teeth bared and didn't relax. As he
began panting, I growled, and he came inside me, shooting hot
white blood up into my insides. I looked away while waiting
for him to recover. He opened his eyes, and nodded to
Arshan. "Well," he said, his dick still inside me. "I see
she is good for a few things." I opened my mouth to speak,
but he clamped a hand over it. He pulled his leather gaunlet
off the other with his teeth, and began stroking my pussy.
His index finger probed down between our stomachs. He
brought it out from my vagina, moistening my labia with the
juices there. And then he stroked my clit upward a few
times, smiling as I shivered involuntarily. Then he began
working with his large, rough thumb, back and forth. I tried
to fight him, but struggling only increased the contact.
Finally, my hips began moving with him as I hungrily sought
my release. I bucked forward, trying to increase the
pressure, when I felt his shrunken penis slip from my ass.
"Ohh, looks like I'm done," he said, stepping back from me.
*I hate you!* I thought at him, but I knew he didn't hear it.
With my hands behind my back, there was no way I could finish
the job he started. He was laughing. "The poor little
thing, look at her struggling. Ha!"
Arshan released my legs and made me stand up. I trembled,
tried to rub up against his leg, but he slapped me, again.
"Down. You're a mess. I think you need a walk through the
pool." As he led me to the edge of the water, he asked me
*How are you doing?*
*Loving every minute. I still don't like Gallen, though.*
He winked. *Yeah, but at least I got the knife away from
him.*

Part Three: An Open Buffet

We mingled near the buffet for a while. Arshan picked at
bits of bread and fruit. Occaisionally he would drop
something into my mouth as he made his point or changed the
tide of a conversation. When he wanted me shut up,
basically. My thighs were still humming with the energy
Gallen had built up, though. It made me quieter than usual,
as all I could think about was Arshan's penis, which I had
held in my mouth not so long ago. From time to time, as we
circulated though the crowd, I met the eyes of guests,
willing them to touch me. *Look at me, how can you resist
me? My breasts bared for you, my hands tied, the gaping rent
exposing my mound, how can you not bring your hands to me?*
But they only touched with their eyes, some with curiosity
("Wish I'd seen that scene") or disdain. Very few were
masked like us, I realized. Perhaps we were outdated.
Finally, bored, I began nuzzling Arshan's shoulder. I rubbed
my breasts against the woven fabric of the short cape,
feeling the nipples contract to become rock hard.
"I think the Mergali Conflict will resolve itself," he was
saying to a man I didn't know, who also had a slave on a
leash. The slave, a male, was wearing nothing at all, and
posed and pranced after his master like a show horse would.
Arshan held me still with his gaze. "Haven't you had enough?
No favors for you until I'm finished eating."
The other man chuckled. "Poor thing, she looks like the
hungry one."
I tried to rub my head on Arshan's chest, but he backed up
a bit. I lowered my head, then, and went for the man,
pressing my chest against his side and beggin silently with
my eyes. "Oho! Arshan, I do believe you have been depriving
the girl."
"Ah, she gets like this sometimes, uncontrollable. But she
hasn't deserved me yet. What shall I do?"
The man stroked his moustache. "Slave," he said to his own
slave, "Kneel." The slave obeyed. To Arshan, as his eyes
examined me still pressing against him. "I believe we might
have some amusement?"
"By all means."
Arshan handed the leash to the man, who held me from behind
by my shoulders. He untied my hands as he moved me forward,
until I was less than an inch from his kneeling slave's face.
The slave licked my stomach. "Lie down," he said, pushing me
down as he said it. He held my wrists fast above my head,
and called for two other men to hold my ankles. Two other
guests gladly did, spreading my legs in front of the slave.
"Now slave," he said, speaking to his own, "follow my
instructions very carefully."
"First, run the back of your fingers up the inside of her
legs, but stop about half way up the thigh. Good. Again.
Keep that up. Now move forward on your knees, run your hands
up her stomach, cup her breasts, now take each nipple into
your teeth, the right one first."
I twisted as he bit, not hard enough to draw blood but
enough to send goosebumps down my whole right side. I moaned
when he took the left.
"Now pinch them both with your fingers, keep your thumbs
over the tips of the nipples, rub as you would a lucky coin.
Ah, she's moving now. Fetch a bucket of ice from the table.
Good. Now take one cube in either hand, and hold it against
her breasts. Rub. Good. Now with the ice, down the center
of her sternum, down to the bellybutton, slowly now, slowly
down the center of her abdomen, stop. Leave the ice there."
I felt the cold water melting down over my pubic hair.
"Now take some ice cubes in your mouth. With a cube in
your right hand, slowly draw a line from the floor, up past
her anus (I shivered again) up to her vagina, stop. Can you
push it in? It has melted already? Get another, now up, up,
press it to her clitoris, slave. Do not rub, simply press."
I gasped. The rubbing Gallen had given me seemed to flood
back into me, I felt the labia swelling and my clit begin to
throb under the ice.
"Now, keeping the ice in your mouth, extend your tongue,
touch her clitoris."
The rough surface of the tongue, but as cold as ice, made
me jump. The slave began a circular motion with the tongue,
then switched to a straightforward lapping. I couldn't stop
moving my hips. I tried to pull my legs free--I wanted to
wrap them around his head and keep his icy tongue there
forever, but the men held me fast. I began moaning.
"Now slave, please immerse your penis in the ice. After
this." He pulled a cock ring from the pocket of his brocaded
jacket. The slave had trouble at first, but finally
succeeded in putting it in place. Good. I wanted him long
and hard and inside me. Even if it would be ice cold.
The long frozen shaft penetrated my throbbing cunt one
millimeter at a time. I moaned trying to move up further on
his pole, but he kept the distance where he, or rather, his
master, wanted it. When he was all the way in, they held
more ice to my nipples, and then he pulled just as slowly
out, and iced his cock some more. Then he came back in,
slowly, and out. More ice. Then slowly in... I thought I
would go insane. He tickled my clit with the icy tip then
and a spasm ran up my spine. So close! Then he plunged into
me, and began grinding in a wide circle. I moaned loudly,
but kept my eyes on the man holding my wrists. After all, it
was really him fucking me, through his slave. I imagined it
was Arshan inside me then and I gasped, the slave began
pumping in and out of me so fast I was just beginning to
wonder how long he could keep that up when I came and came
and came. One leg came free as I spasmed and the they all
let go and I clung to the slave with all my limbs, holding
him deep inside me. I rolled him over onto his back, and sat
up, riding him. I threw my head back and began rocking,
pushing immediately for that second explosive orgasm I knew I
could have. It blossomed quickly, the energy traveling out
my limbs and up through the top of my head as I cried out.
I slumped forward and Arshan lifted me off the slave's
still stiff penis. There were people applauding politely, I
think. He bound my hands in front of me then, and let me
lean, eyes closed against him, covering my shoulder with the
corner of his cape. "There now, much more docile, you see."
"So I do see," the man was saying. Then to his slave,
"Well done." He removed the cock ring. "He has been
instructed not to have an orgasm or ejaculate until I say he
may," he explained. "I am pleased."
We moved off into the crowd then. *Thank you,* I thought
dreamily.
*You're welcome. But you're not done yet, are you?*
I sent him the image in my mind of his penis probing the
very dark corners of my soul, of the fire spreading up my
limbs and back through him with a kiss, building and
spreading through every pore in both our bodies. *In time,*
he replied. *But I think I am going to let one more scene
pass.*
He rarely gave me hints about what he was planning, unless
that was a part of it all.
*Yes, I think I'll trade you for someone else for a while.*
*What?*
*Trade you.*
*Arshan, I don't like the sound of that.*
*You can tell me to stop anytime. We'll go home.*
I bit my lip. *Not yet. Not yet.*

Part Four: Things Go Awry

*You can tell me to stop anytime. We'll go home.*
I bit my lip. *Not yet. Not yet.* Even through his
thoughts I was unsure if he was serious. Aftershocks from
orgasm were making things jump in and out of focus. He held
me tight as he led me to a place to sit, a chaise lounge
along one wall.
When I looked up he was smiling. *It's just I have a few
interests,* he thought.
*Oh? I haven't seen much worth fishing for...*
He shared with me the image of Cleo, black beads covering
them both. *Hah. How do you think you're going to manuever
that? Cleo doesn't DO public displays anymore.*
*Who said it would be public? But not just now, I'm
thinking of more ready game. You remember Mor?*
*How could I forget him.* Mor was an old party-goer who had
played with us a few times. He had luscious dark brown skin
and long black straight hair. *But, he's... *
*He's here tonight, as a slave. I don't think I'll have to
trade you for him, but I do want him.*
I returned the smile. *Let's go for it.*

I had to admit Mor was stunning. I had always seen him
heavily adorned in black xyleather. But tonight he wore only
body paint, in elaborate and colorful designs. His hair
drawn back in a long top knot, he seemed a bird out of a
jungle paradise, alien and irresistible. His master we also
knew, Martin, who had once been a student of Mor's. I
suspected this was a sort of graduation gift. Mor's and my
eyes met while our masters talked. If I hadn't known better
I would have thought he had me hypnotized. I admitted to
myself I wanted him, but he was Arshan's choice. The thought
of his body and Arshan's together warmed me all over. A
crowd was gathering.
Suddenly Arshan was handing the leash to Martin, and I was
pulled outside of the circle that was forming. I resisted
the urge to call out to Arsh. I couldn't see him, and a knot
of panic started growing in my stomach. I looked at Martin.
He smiled, remembering me, and it calmed me. Arshan could
take care of himself. But, I still wished I could watch.
Martin let go the leash then, and pushed his way back into
the crowd.
I'm not sure when it happened. I could sense, even though
I could not see, Arshan approaching orgasm. Perhaps it was
at that moment, when the leather gloved hands covered my
mouth and nose, a strange smell invaded my brain, and try as
I could to think, to send a message, I could only slip down
into the darkness.
I awoke what couldn't have been more than a few minutes
later. Gallen leered as he finished closed the last binding
on my ankle. I was spread-eagled on a cross in one of the
small playrooms. I sensed other people behind me, three?
four? From their breathing they sounded like men. Gallen
straightened his gauntlets and crossed his arms.
*Arsh? Arshan!* There was no response. I could sense him
fuzzily -- no telling if it was the drug that made me weak,
or if he was just too busy to hear it, or both. Like me, he
was always weakest after an orgasm. I looked Gallen in the
face. "What do you think you're doing?"
He didn't answer, except to pick up a short whip and to
coem to lean against my side. I was at about a forty five
degree angle to the floor. He caressed my breasts with his
leather covered hands, and my nipples stood up defiantly. I
didn't have a shred of costume left now, even the collar was
gone.
*Arshan, did you plan this? Arshan!* But there was still
nothing. I cursed at Gallen in Ardric, now only half-acting.
"Agreth och," he replied, but mildly, as he tickled my
nipples with the tip of the whip. He ran the leather under
my chin, bringing up goosebumps, tickling the inside of my
ear, making me shudder. "There now." He used the tip like a
feather, searching me all over for ticklish spots, until he
ended tweaking my clit upward with it, not quite hard
enough.... I moaned. I was becoming wet. I hoped Arshan had
set this up earlier...
Gallen lifted the end of the X and it locked in to place
with me parallel to the floor. Twisting my head I could see
the others, three men I didn't know. I was going to hiss at
them, when I felt the handle of the whip enter my cunt.
I looked up at Gallen. The handle was rough, and though I
was wet, it did not go in and out smoothly. He smiled as he
fucked me with it. It was the smile that frightened me. I
tried to read him more closely, but his mind was sealed
tighter than shrinkwrap.
"You like that don't you?" He twisted it back and forth,
never pushing it far enough in to touch my cervix. Just
enough to make me moan again. "You like the whip," he said
more to himself than to me. He pulled it out then, and
tasted the wet end of it. Then his tone changed and his
smile disappeared. "I promised you a lesson, didn't I."
"You've had your fun," I spat. "Let me out of here."
"Such a feisty act you two have. Let's see how long you
can keep it up." He cracked the whip and I, and the
spectators jumped.
"If you lay that whip on me, I'll kill you," I said matter-
of-factly. "Believe me, Gallen, if I don't, then Arshan
will."
He raised his eyebrows at the use of his name, and cracked
the whip again.
"Gallen," I repeated, "Stop it, now."
He circled me, rotated the X again so that I was upright.
The blood was rushing from my head as I tried again. *Arsh,
get your ass in here!* I struggled against the bindings, but
they were as real as they looked. "I am going to kill you!"
And he struck me. The whip lashed me on the chest, just
above my left breast. Pain and adrenaline flooded me.
*Arshan!!*
*Yes?*
I tried to tell him what was happening, but all that came
through to him was a white hot burst of pain as I was struck
for only the second time in ten years by anyone other than
he. Perhaps that got the message through more clearly than
anything. I was panting. "You will die," I said. Gallen
lashed out again, and again. Sweat broke out all over my
body as I fought to contain the pain. I tried to breathe
deeply, but I shook too hard. He tricked me, cracking the
whip into the air sometimes, or raising his arm, and then
stopping. I did not scream.
And then Arshan's voice in my head. *The door's bolted.
Hang on!*
"Please, stop," I was saying. "I looked at the three
spectators. "Someone, make him stop!" He struck me again,
on the cheek. I think tears ran down my cheeks with the
blood. "Gallen! Stop!"
He was laughing. He let a few more strokes fall, each one
seemed harder than the last, and then he threw the whip down
and unsheathed his penis. He pushed the table back flat and
stod between my legs, rubbing his penis against the inside of
my thighs with his hand. I mustered up the strength to spit
at him and he thrust into me. "Still warm, I see," he said
as he fucked me vigorously. I tried to pretend he wasn't
there. I closed me eyes this time, *Arshan...?*
*We're almost through...* he answered. I could almost feel
the clenching of his teeth.
Gallen must have heard the door beginning to give, for he
redoubled his efforts and was exploding into me just about
the time Arshan came exploding through the door. Arshan
leapt straight over the table (those long long legs give a
long recoil) and knocked Gallen flat on his back. SOmeone
else pressed the release and tipped the table forward. I
stumbled to my knees, shaking my arms. The two of them were
struggling, then I saw Arshan thrown backwards, and Gallen
stood up.
I tackled him in the midsection, forcing him back against
the wall, and swept his feet out from under him. Once on top
of him, I smashed him across the face with my fist. And
again. "I could just drive your nose up into your brain and
kill you instantly, " I heard myself say, "But I'd rather
beat you into a pulp." I held onto his collar, lifting him
up with my left hand and then beating him down with the
right. I pulled him up to a sitting position and switched to
backfisting him, then round-housing him, then backfisting
him...
*Mriah! Mriah! Stop it!* Arshan finally grabbed my wrist
and I wondered how long he had been trying to get my
attention. He pulled me off of Gallen, who seemed to be
unconscious, and I collapsed, sobbing.
He picked me up gently, wrapping me in his cape. I
couldn't think at all, I just cried for a while, and he
rocked me in his lap, humming a song softly in his throat.
He kissed my bruised cheek, smoothing my hair with his hand
and holding me. At some point I realized we were in the car,
the smallness of the space comforting me. I kept my eyes
closed as he caressed my face. I kissed him, drawing his
energy deep into my chest as I inhaled. *I love you* was the
first thing I could think. I drew him down on top of me
then, kissing him and kissing him, not opening my eyes even
once. He seemed to touch every part of my body then, the
whole and the sore, warm and soft. I felt his skin, the long
smooth plane of his back under his shirt, and the bony curve
of his hip against mine. *Come inside me, heal me,* I said.
He held me tightly, arms circling my ribcage completely. He
came into me gently, probing as I opened for him. I tucked
my legs behind his back, bonding us together, one animal.
*You make me whole.* I felt the energy building in my womb.
Our minds open, I shared it, felt the waves of blood warm
pleasure feeding back to me. Up and up we went, until
shuddering and shaking as one, we passed the peak and slipped
back down into oblivion. As I was drifting into sleep I
heard him say *Now I remember why we stopped party-going.*
In his arms I smiled. I answered, *But now I remember why
we started...*

--
"I live for the burn, and the sting of pleasure, I live for the sword...
You're innocent and pure, and with no shame, the spirit is willing,
and the flesh is craved, you tease and you taunt, with the pleasure of pain."
--The Mission UK, "Wasteland" ct...@world.std.com Special Edition Goth.sig!

[pwi...@hmcvax.claremont.edu]

Thanks you, Cecilia, sure saves me asking for it :-)
As a telepath it makes interesting reading.
Any other telepaths in this group? (and *don't tell me I
should know...it doesn't work that way :-)

///Peter