However, thesituation wasn't safe for indulging myself, even in thoughts. Theroutine exercise to refocus my mind was difficult, but seeminglysuccessful.We needed better understanding of the circumstances, so I pattedDeneisin's head with my free hand. "What did I just do?"She frowned. "Used an excuse to humiliate me, just to further establishthat our physical experiences remain coincident."I nodded. "We should assume everything to be real. Just in case."Deneisin agreed. We continued into the town, but she didn't let go of myhand. It might have been precaution against the illusion deepeningenough to separate us. I wouldn't question her aloud. In a way, it waslike holding a potent weapon.Though the uncertainty of our surroundings was oppressive, I pitifullyfailed to keep my awareness on the outside world. The the weight on mychest was obvious with every one my steps, which were made clumsy by thenew wider configuration of my hips. Cloth clung to my crotch much closerthan before, but. Looking up, she saw that it was now 11:30. Even though it was Friday night, she would still need to be up in the morning with the k**s. When she stood up, she realized she had had way too much wine.She stumbled to her room, and managed to get her clothes off. She usually slept in sweatpants and an old T-shirt. This night, however, before getting dressed, she just had to lay down on her bed.She didn’t know what time it was when she woke up. Her fuzzy mind slowly registered that she was lying face down on her bed. Even more slowly, she realized she was nude. she was trying to get up the energy to get up and get dressed for bed, when she heard a floorboard creak. “Oh my God!“ Someone was coming into her room. It must be one of the k**s. She was about to turn her head and see who it was, when she felt a hand in the middle of her back. The hand started caressing the small of her back, in circles, going ever lower. “I should get up,“ she thought.But she didn’t. She kept wrestling in her.
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