Romance I've Got a Feeling

"My dad is a big strong guy and I take after him. I also swim a lot and do some core exercises in the morning. It makes my days go faster and I feel better about myself. How did you manage to get your incredible body, as long as we're asking questions?" Gary barely managed to speak as Monica's finger seemed to burn into his chest more the tattoo had.

"You really think it's incredible?" asked Monica with a bright smile. "I have good genes and I go to the gym a lot. I run about ten miles a week to help keep my heart strong and the weight down."

By this time, Monica was standing so close to Gary, he could have easily touched her almost everywhere, which was exactly what he wanted to do. He forced himself to move his gaze up to her eyes.

"You don't have to answer this, Gary, but I have to ask. Have you ever had sex with a woman?"

"As opposed to a donkey, or a chicken or something?" Gary retorted.

Monica studied Gary's face a few seconds before laughing. "I guess that question was poorly phrased, but you know what I mean. Farm animals aside, have you ever had sex?"

"Will you please be kind enough to keep this conversation between us?" Gary asked. "I haven't, mostly because I was afraid it would lead to me thinking I was in love and marrying some woman who was like my mom, or like what my dad claimed my mom was."

Monica's smile became even bigger. "You really are a rare find. The woman you fall in love with will have the pleasure of teaching you just how to please her. You're like a blank canvas waiting for the artist's touch."

"That could take some time," Gary replied with a grin of his own. "I'm a bit of a slow learner at times."

"I was hoping that you were," Monica replied with a grin of her own. "Changing the subject, you still haven't explained how you can afford this property. Did you have a trust fund or something?"

"Ha! That's a good one," Gary said. "I saved my money and studied the markets in my spare time. I didn't date or spend money on anything but food and rent. One day, I asked your grandfather what he thought would be a good place to invest some money, and he was very helpful. My first few investments turned out very well, so I kept rolling the profits into new investments. After a few years, I was able to get a mortgage on this property, so I bought it. I've since paid it off. Having money did add to my paranoia about women, and the fear that they would try to separate me from it."

"Do you realize you've been looking at my face and talking to me normally while I'm naked and you're only wearing swim trunks? I think you may be on the way to be cured of staring at women as well as their bits and pieces."

"You're making me laugh now," Gary replied. "If there's a cure for that, I sure as hell don't want it. You think I'm looking at your face, which I am for the most part, but there's a mirror strategically placed on the wall behind you. I've been looking at your ass every chance I get."

"I see," Monica nodded as if mulling over the situation. "You're an unrepentant letch who revels in looking at women's breasts and asses. Is that correct?

"Well, as far as it goes. I like looking at every inch of you, so you can include any and all female body parts to your list. You really are quite beautiful."

"That's the sort of compliment a lady likes to receive," Monica stated with a slight blush. "Thanks for taking the time to clear up a few misunderstandings. I think we'll get along much better now."

"Wow!" Frankie's voice echoed through the house. "It looks like Monica and Gary have patched up their spat. She's naked!"

"Where are they? I want to see," Brent declared from the living room.

"Like father, like son?" Monica teased as she retreated to the privacy of her room. Gary realized that he liked being thought of as Brent's father.

Gary had trouble falling asleep as he kept seeing Monica nude when he closed his eyes. She was, by far, the most attractive woman he had ever seen. Naked, she looked like a true goddess. He had trouble believing he had been so close to her when she was naked. She showed no fear or embarrassment. Was that because she trusted him or because she thought he was harmless?

Gary finally fell asleep but woke up with a start a short time later. When he barged into Monica's room, all of her furniture had been rearranged from where it had been. It took Gary and two friends to move the bedroom suite in.

It was an old set of excellent quality. It was solid cherry wood. The wardrobe had to weigh several hundred pounds. They had assembled the bed after carrying the heavy headboard in separately. It was not on caster wheel and was heavy as hell once assembled. The two dressers were quite heavy as well. Who had helped her move everything?

Now Gary had a new set of concerns. He went from dreaming about a beautiful nude woman to thinking about another man, or men, helping Monica move her bedroom furniture. She had agreed to not have lovers, or even boyfriends, in his house.

Short of asking her how she had moved the furniture and hoping for an honest answer, he realized he needed to keep his mouth shut and his eyes open. If he suggested she was not living up to the terms of their agreement and he was wrong, she would be pissed. He knew enough about women to know that.

If Monica had men stopping in when he was away, he would consider that a deal breaker. Then he would have to decide whether he could live with the situation to enable the kids to remain living in his house, or if his pride would demand that he end the charade.

To that end, Gary began finding reasons to return to his house at odd times during the day. He lived only fifteen minutes from work, so he could go home for lunch, or if his station was down for maintenance. To his dismay, as well as his relief, he never found any sign of other men in his home.

He did, however, notice quite a few other inconsistencies. His landscaping was changing slightly. His large back yard was fenced. Even with no close neighbors, the previous owners had erected a tall privacy fence. Gary assumed that was because they wanted to enjoy the pool without being spied upon by nosey neighbors, hikers, or plain old perverts.

The fence had begun to sag in places over the years. Gary had been considering his options regarding the fence. Should he just remove it, replace it, or repair it? That issue had somehow been rendered moot. The fence was now as straight and solid as the day it had been erected.

The two foot crack in the pool apron was no longer there. There was no indication that it had ever existed. He noticed the trails that weaved through his property seemed wider. The limbs and brush that had crowded the paths in certain areas were no longer an issue.

Gary could find no cut ends or discarded brush, but he was certain the trails were better and neater than they had been before Monica had moved in. He even got on his knees to look for any sort of tracks of a mechanical nature, but found none.

Near the end of one trail, just before it looped around and joined another, there was a rock outcropping. Even the thinnest person had to stop, turn sideways and carefully step between the rocks. Gary was stunned when he reached them only to find that they appeared to be the exact same shape, but were now four feet apart.

Being what he considered a logical person, Gary mulled the situation over for days. He struggled to arrive at a sensible explanation. When they failed, he began to consider situations he felt were not feasible. Eventually, he was kicking around thoughts of magic, illusion, and even the possibility that he had either stroked out or had eaten some bad mushrooms. There was no reasonable, logical explanation for the subtle changes he was seeing.

Both Brent and Frankie were oblivious to it all. They were wrapped up in school and enjoying their new home. Gary realized that they hadn't lived there long enough to notice how things had slightly changed.

For some reason, he was reluctant to ask Monica about the way things were improving on their own for fear she would think he was losing his mind. That was a possibility which Gary did not rule out.

"Monica, have you noticed anything unusual around the property lately?" Gary asked in what he hoped was a nonchalant manner..

"You have a beautiful property, Gary. I have noticed that. Is it about anything in particular that you're asking?"

Well, not really. It's just that I thought the fence was beginning to look a little shabby and was considering replacing or removing it. Now that I inspect it closely, it looks like it's brand new."

Monica averted her eyes for a second before facing Gary again and breaking into a big smile. "That's a good thing, isn't it? If the fence looks new, there's no need to spend time and money on replacing it, is there?"

"It's a good thing that the fence appears to be in such good condition," Gary agreed. "It's not so good that I was so wrong about its state of disrepair. I seem to be getting forgetful or something. Have you noticed anything different in my actions?"

"Well, you still stare at my chest when you think I'm not looking, so that's not different," Monica teased as Gary felt his face flush. "You've been great with Frankie and Brent, so that's not changed. We still treat each other like roommates, so that's the same. Did you have something particular in mind?"

Monica seemed to enjoy busting his balls about his physical attraction to her. She was obviously confident that he thought she was beautiful, but then, who didn't?

Since the night he had walked into her room to find her naked, she seemed friendlier to him. Her interest in Frankie and Brent had increased noticeably. She swam almost every day and always wore a bikini that did nothing to conceal her amazing body. She had even convinced Gary that he should stop wearing shirts in the pool. He no longer felt self-conscious about his physique and stopped worrying about his tattoo.

At work, things were going well. Everyone knew and accepted that Gary was married to the heir apparent of the company. He never felt uncomfortable about it with his coworkers.

For her part, Monica had begun to make an effort to introduce herself to the workforce and discuss any concerns they might have about their work. Several of Gary's coworkers noticed how she had altered her attitude toward them and suggested that Gary was a good influence.

For his part, Gary would just accept the observations of the others although he felt Monica's behavior was not something he influenced. They seldom discussed work at home. Monica did make a point of stopping to speak with him when it was apparent he had a few minutes to spare. She was always careful to not try to engage him in conversation while he was operating the machinery. He appreciated that.

One afternoon, a new piece of equipment was being moved across the work area to be placed in its designated spot. The equipment was large enough to make it difficult for the fork lift operator to see in front of it. For safety purposes, another man was walking about ten feet in front of the machine making certain everyone understood to stay out of the path until the machine was off the fork lift and in place.

It all worked according to plan, until the shit hit the fan. The lift driver failed to see a lighting unit hanging low enough for the top of the piece of equipment to strike. The loud breaking sounds of the fluorescent lights popping as they broke and poured down to the floor startled the driver and he instinctively swerved the lift away from the direction of the now destroyed light. The sudden direction change caused the equipment to totter and slide on the forks.

Gary had been standing off to the side, making certain he was well out of the way of the fork truck. He saw the load on the fork shift and he instantly knew it was going to topple off the forks. To Gary's horror, at that moment, Hank decided to step out of his office and in front of the toppling piece of equipment.

Hank had the bad habit of backing out of his office as he spoke to someone within. Gary had seen him do it countless times, but never as a fork lift lost a very heavy load. Reacting purely on instinct, Gary sprinted toward Hank and roughly shoved him back into the safety of his office.

The machinery struck Gary's shoulder hard and knocked him to the floor. Gary looked up to see the load leave the forks and fall to the floor. The bottom of the machine hit the floor near Gary's feet and then momentum caused it to fall on its side, directly over Gary. Knowing any effort on his part was futile; Gary still brought his hands up to catch the heavy metal machinery as it began its rapid descent. He was now convinced that his time on earth was finished.

Gary couldn't believe it when he actually brought the falling machine to a stop. His arms were extended and feeling a great deal of pressure, but he refused to allow it to fall on him. He heard voices all around him and many hands began to grip the heavy piece of equipment.

A large chain was passed between Gary and his heavy burden and quickly attacked to the fork truck, which began baking away, pulling the equipment into an upright position and stabilizing it.

"Boys, don't move him until the ambulance gets here," Hank shouted at those gathered around Gary. "That thing should have crushed him, but he managed to hold it up long enough for the rest of you to help, but we don't know if he suffered any internal injuries."

Feeling surprisingly alert, Gary had to agree with Hank's assessment of the situation. He realized that he felt no pain. That worried him more than a little. His arms should be broken, along with every other bone in his body, but he was in no pain. How was that possible?

"I don't know it you should..." Hank managed to say before he was interrupted.

"He's my husband and not you or anyone else is going to keep me away from him," Monica snarled at Hank as she knelt down next to Gary.

Gary felt Monica's lips against his and marveled at how tender and sweet they were. Their first real kiss was on the floor of the plant with just about everyone working the shift watching. He knew he should have been embarrassed, but all he felt was joy and relief.

As Monica continued to kiss him, Gary felt her tears drop onto his face. He began to feel strange. All he could think was he was on fire, but the flames felt cool and soft. Visions flashed in his mind and left just as quickly. A virtual collage of memories which were not his raced through his thoughts. The last thing he saw so very briefly was the heavy machinery tipping over on him as he raised his arms to protect himself. The strange thing was the vision was from several feet away and did not have the perspective he had experienced as the huge object came down on him. Gary fell unconscious.

Brent and Frankie were chattering when he next became aware of his surroundings. He slowly opened his eyes to see Monica watching him closely. Her face broke into a brilliant smile.

"Darling, how do you feel? Are you in any pain? Is there anything you want or need?"

"You're awake," Frankie whispered as she leaned over and kissed his cheek. We were real worried, but Monica said you'd be okay."

"Yeah, Grandma Henderson picked us up from school to come to the hospital," Brent added. "You were in an accident and almost crushed, but you're so strong, you held a big piece of machinery up until a bunch of other guys could help."

Apparently the nurse heard everyone talking since she quickly appeared at his side. "Dr. Benton is on his way now. He wants to talk with you and do another assessment. It seems that you're a very lucky man."

The doctor was an older balding man. "From what I've been told, I should be sending you to the morgue, but it looks like you'll be able to go home as soon as I make sure you're feeling as good as you appear. Apparently, the shock of the accident, or perhaps the shock of surviving it caused you to pass out. That's not uncommon, although you were out for an extended period of time.

"You're in exceptional health with no signs of the slightest trauma. From the descriptions of the accident I've received, that qualifies as a near miracle. Be sure to follow up with your family doctor if you feel anything at all troubling. All I ask is that you take it easy for a day or two and pay your bill on the way out."

"Doctor! I don't think that's appropriate," Monica stated firmly. "I'm going to report that comment to the hospital administration. We're not deadbeats and will not be treated like we are."

"I see you married a firecracker," the doctor added with a chuckle. "Gary and I have been friends for a few years now. He won't be reporting me for anything or I'll stop giving him investment tips."

"I doubt the tips you have would be enough to cover the hospital bill, Jim. Thanks for taking care of me. I'll see you on the fifth for our next meeting," Gary stated.

"Perhaps you should introduce me to your wife so she doesn't get my medical license revoked," the doctor suggested.

"Monica, this sad specimen is Jim Mitchell. He's in an investment group with your grandfather and me. We're trying to help him afford his malpractice insurance. Jim, this lady is my wife, Monica Landis."

"Mrs. Landis, I have no idea how Gary talked a beautiful woman like you into marrying him, but we do have a good attorney in our group who I can recommend if the need arises," Dr. Jim Mitchell stated with a grin.

"I see," Monica replied as she looked from Gary to the doctor and back again. "Gary continues to surprise me in all sorts of ways. He's in Grandpa's investment group? Can your lawyer friend break the prenup Gary insisted on?"

"I'm sure he can, but he's probably the one who drew it up. I know he does legal work for both Sam and Gary. It could be considered a conflict of interest, but you would need to speak with him."

Monica drove Gary and the kids home from the hospital. They jabbered all the way about the accident, being pulled from school and how cool they thought it was that Gary was able to lift a few tons of steel to protect himself.

Monica noticed how pensive Gary seemed to be, so she walked him to his bedroom before speaking. "Get some rest. That was the most frightening thing I've ever seen, but you're okay and that's all that matters. Let me know if you need anything."

Gary lay on his bed and tried to make sense of his situation. Things were complicated, or so they seemed. Gary thought about everything that had happened that day, as well as the odd occurrences leading up to the accident.

He kept coming back to the suspicion that Monica was not telling him the truth about herself. Was it possible that she was responsible for the bizarre things Gary had been noticing?

Boulders don't move themselves; fences don't repair themselves; and Gary was sure that he couldn't bench press a Sherman tank. He remembered the old saying that once he eliminated the impossible, whatever remained, no matter how improbable had to be the truth.

He was unable to come up with a scenario that could explain why he wasn't crushed to death at work. The only factors in common with the odd events around his property and the situation at work were Monica and him. He quickly ruled himself out. That left Monica.

How could she have moved the boulders, repaired the crack and the fence and pushed back the brush on the trails without leaving any indication it had ever happened? How could she have saved him from certain death earlier in the day?

No human being could have moved the huge rocks in the path or stopped the machinery from crushing him, especially from a distance. That led to the conclusion that Monica was not human. That thought saddened Gary. It also scared the daylights out of him. Was he safe? What about the kids? Why was Monica being so thoughtful and considerate to Gary and the kids?

Did she plan on placing probes in his eyes, teeth and balls like in those old movies? Would she abduct them to a different planet? What were her intentions? Could he believe her if she told him?

Gary thought back to the flashing scenes that sped through his mind when Monica kissed him. He forced himself to concentrate on them so he could identify situations and places.

He began to realize some of the scenes were not from Earth. The waters were strange colors. There were animals that never existed, at least to his knowledge. There were people of many different colors and hues. They looked like humans, but were they? The more he thought about what he had seen, the greater his doubts became.

It seemed likely that Monica was some sort of alien. Once Gary reached that conclusion, he was unsure what his next step should be. If he reported her, would he be placed in some kind of insane asylum? Would she get angry and destroy Earth? Would she just kill him, and maybe the kids? Who knew what an angry space alien was capable of?

The only conclusion Gary could reach was to not overreact and to consider his options. She hadn't hurt anyone as far as Gary knew, so it seemed like he had some time to determine the best course of action.

Monica was very concerned. When she saw Gary about to die in that bizarre accident, she acted without thinking. Even if she destroyed her carefully created cover, it was worth it to keep him alive. She had no regrets. Gary was worth whatever was required of her.

She knew that when she kissed him she was not in control of her emotions. In her exuberance, she had allowed him inside her mind. She never should have done that. He was very intelligent and would be playing those scenes over in his head. How could he reach any conclusion other than the truth?

The irony was that while Gary was able to access some of her thoughts and memories, she was able to do the same with him. She quickly saw that he was totally infatuated with her. His thoughts were mostly of her and the two kids. He wanted only to see that Frankie and Brent had the opportunity to find happiness and some degree of success. He wanted Monica to love him and he was working toward that goal.

She also saw his suspicions about how small changes were occurring on his property for no obvious reason. She had thought he would be too busy, too absorbed, with her and the children to notice the little things she had been doing. That had been another mistake.

Now he would fear her. He would worry about his safety and the safety of Frankie and Brent. Would he ever be able to trust her again? Without trust, they could never have a meaningful relationship of any kind. Monica knew that and found herself hoping that Gary would find his way through the doubts and fears, and be able to love her. He had been getting so close.

The next few days were difficult for both Monica and Gary. His coworkers gave him a hero's welcome, which Gary did not feel he deserved. The talk about how adrenaline must have made him especially strong caused him to wince. Strong muscles are don't make bones stronger than steel. People believed what they wanted to believe, but Gary knew he should have died. He just didn't know how to feel about the possibly alien creature that had saved him.

Monica was suffering. Gary barely spoke to her. She didn't know how he felt about her now, but she feared the worst. Thinking about it logically, hoping Gary would overlook their differences was unlikely. It wasn't something as simple as the couple attending different churches. They were literally from different worlds.

Three days later, with almost no communication between them, Monica decided to take the bull by the horns. Once Frankie and Brent had gone to bed, Gary turned on his computer to research some stocks. Monica asked Gary if they could talk.

"I guess that depends, Monica. Do you want to gaslight me some more or are you ready to tell me who and what you really are? If not, we have nothing to discuss. I knew there would be some adjustments and surprises with you. I even expected you would leave me once you gained control of your trust. I never dreamed we'd be in this position."

"I'll tell the truth and answer any question you ask me," Monica stated softly. "I know you're upset about everything. I wasn't truthful, but I didn't know if I could safely admit what I am. Now I'm more worried about our relationship than I am about my safety."

"How could I lessen your safety?" Gary demanded, "Unless I'm way off, you can control anyone and anything. You have special mind powers, don't you? You used them to make me fall in love with you so you could have some kind of base of operations. You controlled and manipulated my emotions. I don't know what's real and what you are projecting into my mind."

"I don't control your mind," Monica asserted. "I can move objects with my mind, but I can't control the emotions or thoughts of others. I can't read minds and I can't project my thoughts. If you fell in love with me, it was because we were good together, not because I made you."

"Let's start at the beginning," Gary declared. "Are you human? Were you born on Earth? Were your parents human?"

"Our genomes are almost identical, so I would answer that question by saying I am human, but slightly different. I was born on a planet which could be earth. I'm not sure. The reason is," Monica hesitated as she considered how to phrase her answer, "I was born in a different dimension, but probably on Earth in that dimension. There are an infinite number of planets in every dimension, so naturally, some are very similar."

Gary was struggling to understand what Monica was telling him. "I met your mom. I know your grandparents. Are they from another dimension, too? Can they move things with their minds?"

"I was adopted. Even in my dimension, my powers were extremely unusual. By the time I was five, the government where my parents lived had learned of my 'gifts', as my mother called them. They told my parents they would take me and mold me into everything I could be to help society.

"My parents interpreted that to mean that the government was going to either make me do their bidding or try to determine what made me different so they could create more like me, or maybe do both if I lived through the testing and experiments. My dad was a total genius. He created a method to move between dimensions, which would have made him more important to the government than I was, if they had known."

Gary stared at Monica as she gathered her thoughts. "This is a better story than I ever expected. You're not an alien so much as you're a visitor from a different dimension? You're parents are like Superman's real folks. They had to send him away before his planet exploded. Your dimension had bad people who wanted to enslave you for their own nefarious purposes. Did your dad stuff you in a rocket and launch you to this dimension?"

"No. When the time came, he told me to walk into a very small room, like a closet. He told me there would be a door on the other side and I should go through it. He had studied the new dimension as much as he could. I would step through and be outside the Henderson's home. They took me in.

"Mom and Dad adopted me, once it was determined that my origins could not be found. I was declared an orphan and they adopted me. My new parents were not the best possible choice, but I had a safe home as well as grandparents who loved me," Monica pointed out.

"Why didn't you tell me about your origins and your powers? Why did I have to see strange things happening to my property? Do you have any idea what passed through my mind when you kissed me on the floor of the plant? I think that was why I was unconscious so long."

"Don't you see? Governments are the same in every dimension and country," Monica insisted. "If they are shown a weapon they can use to gain an edge over other governments, they'll jump all over it. I couldn't let people know about my powers. I kept them hidden from everyone, including my parents and grandparents."

"So what caused you to expose those powers to me? You had to know that I'm just a normal guy from my dimension. You can call me one dimensional, I suppose."

"I didn't think you'd notice if I had made small alterations to your property. You seemed so wrapped up in being a good father to the kids that you'd never see small changes. When I saw you push Hank to safety only to have that huge piece of machinery fall on you. I didn't have time to think about it. I'd gladly give up my secret if it meant saving your life," Monica confessed. "I've fallen in love with you, if you couldn't tell."

"What happens if I forget to take the trash out, or leave the toilet seat up? Will you toss me against a wall when you're pissed at me?" Gary challenged.

"Think about what you're asking me. In most marriages, the wife could ask her husband the very same question. Men are often able to physically dominate wives. Women marry men because they believe they will never use their greater strength to inflict pain or punishment on their wives," Monica reasoned. "I would never want you to be with me if you felt you should fear me. That isn't love."

"That's true," Gary conceded. "Tell me this. How many people like you came into this dimension? Do you have any idea?"

"I don't think there were any others like me, but my father told me he was going to destroy the machine and all references to it in his possession. It would never be duplicated. I believe I'm the only person on this planet from a different dimension, but I admit that I have no way of knowing if that is fact."

"What about the visions I had when you kissed me?" Gary asked. "What were they?"

"You saw glimpses of my memories, hopes and past experiences. I usually control that, but I was very emotional and just wanted to be with you. I hope I didn't frighten you with them."

"Thanks, Monica, for your honesty. I was having a lot of trouble getting over your obvious lies. I knew you had powers of some kind and it made me quite worried for me and the kids. I feel a little better about things now. Please give me some time to consider what you told me. I can tell you this. No one will learn your secret from me as long as you don't do anything terrible with that power of yours," Gary promised.

Monica was relieved to hear Gary would not be revealing her secret. That had been a very real concern. It was two evenings later when Gary made a request.

"Monica, I've been thinking about your power and what I saw when you allowed me into your mind as you kissed me. Would it be possible to give me more access to your thoughts and memories," Gary asked. "That would confirm all of what you told me."

"I could, but there's a catch," Monica replied. "It would work both ways. If I gave you access to my thoughts, I would be able to see yours. How would you feel about that?"

"How could I complain? You'd be letting me see all of your secrets and experiences. It would only be fair."

"Get showered and ready for bed," Monica insisted. "I have a feeling this is going to be very intense. We'll be feeling all kinds of emotions. I'll be in your room in half an hour, prepared to share my deepest secrets and eager to learn yours. Have a few bottles of water and some pain relievers. I don't know how this will turn out, but it could be worse than any hangover you ever had."

True to her word, half an hour later, Monica hesitantly stepped into Gary's bedroom. She was wearing a pair of pajamas and carrying a notepad.

"I thought we might want to write down the more interesting things we learned about each other," Monica told Gary. "If we do, I would expect neither of us would share it without the expressed permission of the other person involved.'

"So you are a person?" Gary joked.

Monica smiled at his little dig. "You'll find out pretty soon, I've never done this before, except when I kissed you after the accident, and that wasn't planned. If either of us wants out of this mind meld thing, the other person has to try to break it off immediately, agreed?"

"I have no idea how I would do that, but I promise to do my best," Gary replied. "How do we start?"

"How about I kiss you like I did at the accident scene?"

"Well, if you must," Gary replied with a grin.

Monica pulled back the covers to see Gary was also wearing pajamas and a smile. She slid in next to him and placed an arm over his chest. "I need to have a little leverage to be able to kiss you properly. You don't mind, do you?"

"This is in the interest of science, so I'm willing to put up with it," Gary responded as he pulled Monica's face down to his own.

"Jesus, Joseph and Mary!" exclaimed Gary as he pulled his lips from Monica's in what seemed like both hours and seconds. "That was the most intense thing I've ever experienced. I feel like I know you inside and out."

"That's no surprise," Monica slowly answered. "You're still inside me."

"I'm so sorry, Monica. I don't know how that happened. I was totally engrossed in the things you've seen and done. Am I hurting you?"

"Do I look like I'm suffering?" Monica responded. "This has been the most incredible thing I've ever experienced. Having sex with you while our minds were linked was absolutely the best possible way to get to know you."

Gary began moving his hips as he gazed down at Monica. "Would it be possible to continue this experiment a bit longer? There's so much I want to know about you."

"You're forgetting I could see everything you were thinking and feeling," Monica countered as she timed her movements to match Gary's. "This was not an accidental coupling on your part. You did need some help finding the right spot the first time, so I guess I'm as much to blame as you. Do you think you'll now be able to accept my unusual skills"

"Are you referring to your telekinesis? Or your ability to help me find the right place when I fumble around in search of it? I'm pretty impressed with both talents, wife of mine, but right now, I'm more interested in honing the latter."
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