“Tell me something, Lionel.” “What?” “I mean, say something. The way you do.” I looked at her open-mouthed. Her hand urged me toward an utterance that was anything but verbal. I tried to distract her the same way. “Speak, Lionel.” “Ah.” It really was all I could think to say. She kissed me gaspingly and drew back, her look expectant. “One Mind!” I said. “Yes!” said Kimmery.
omfg is this her fetish ahahahahahah
his ticcing? ahah
