High Energy by Joy, Dara (ink book reader .TXT) 📗

down to your toes. Take all the time you need. Relax…"

LaLeche's deep, carefully modulated tone was having the desired effect,

especially on Zanita, who jokingly sagged against Tyber. He nudged her upright

with his shoulder, taking the opportunity to plant a quick kiss on her neck.

"I want you to envision yourself in a place of perfect calm and serenity. Can

you see it? You're in a garden…. It is a beautiful, sunny place, free from care

and woe…. Listen to the singing birds, the sweet sound of water flowing over

rocks, wind chimes tinkling in the soft breeze... You lie down on a cushion of

springy grass, letting the serenity of this special place, this sanctuary, steal

over you… letting it take you to your inner place of joy and peace…."

He let the music carry them for a few minutes.

"As you drift in contentment in this world of harmony, you see before you a

mirror. The edges of this mirror are hand-etched with intricate flowering vines,

and as you look into it, you realize this is a very special mirror, for you see

not yourself in it, but the reflections of your desires…. What you want to do…

what you are ready to do now…"

Zanita was letting her mind drift along with the vision when she felt a long,

tapered finger languidly stroke down between her index and middle finger.

Tyber was letting her know exactly what desires he saw in his personal mirror.

When he massaged his finger suggestively back and forth against the tender skin

between her fingers, each pass a silken caress, she began to see a very

interesting reflection in her own mirror. The two of them, naked, intertwined,

making slow, passionate love in the flowing meadow.

Her breath caught in her throat.

In acknowledgment of her reaction to his touch, the tip of Tyber's finger etched

tiny circles in the sensitive center of her palm. His action formed a private

link between them in the darkness that went beyond proximity.

"… as you confront your desires, you realize that you can now cast aside your

groundless fear and embrace your secret self. Let yourself be free! Explore the

hidden realms which make up all that is you. Don't be afraid to share yourself

with others…. Let us all share with each other. Dr. Evans, are you exploring?"

"Ah… yes." At that moment his fingers were inching across her palm to glide over

the tender skin of her inner wrist. Zanita tried to tangle her fingers with his

to put an end to his dangerous playfulness, but he deftly avoided her ploy,

lightly scraping his nails over her bare skin in a highly erotic manner.

"Very good! And what are you exploring?"

"I'm spelunking."

Zanita almost choked. It seemed that Tyber's inner child was an imp. She gripped

his hand and yanked. Hard.

"Exploring caves. You know, that's very spiritual, Tyber. It signifies that you

are willing to cast off your mantle of protectiveness and reach below the

surface to search for your true being. I believe you are on the precipice of a

breakthrough."

"I certainly hope so," he responded sincerely. Zanita wanted to kick him.

"Let's explore this a little further then—you're not frightened, are you?"

"Nope."

"Good. What do you see; will you share it?"

"I'm in a tunnel. A long, dark tunnel. . ."

I don't believe he's doing this. Zanita hissed his name under her breath. She

knew he heard her because he pulled her trapped hand closer to him, resting it

on his rock-hard thigh. At least, she hoped it was his thigh.

"Can you tell us anything about the tunnel? Is there any light at all?"

"No. No light… but it seems to be… moist in here; the walls seem almost wet."

"Water is a very common mystical symbol."

"It seems thicker than water, Xavier, more viscous, sort of like…" Zanita held

her breath. "… like syrup."

"I see. Does this liquid essence disturb you?"

"On the contrary. I embrace it."

Zanita pushed her face against his ear and gritted out, "Stop it! He's going to

see through you in a minute." He didn't answer her except to quickly turn his

head in the dark and capture her lower lip between his teeth, letting it slide

ever so slowly from his grip.

"Yes, very good. What else can you tell us? Is it cool so far underground?"

"No, it's warm—almost hot, in fact. I can see now that the heat is making the

walls look like they're quivering."

"Are you hot?"

"Yes, but not too hot. I'm… good."

"What happens as you keep walking along this tunnel?"

"I keep going deeper and deeper… I sense that the end is just ahead of me."

"So you speed up?"

"No, I slow down."

"You're reluctant to leave the cavern?"

"You might say that."

"So you feel comfortable in this place?"

"Yes, I want to stay… forever." Even though she had promised, Zanita pinched him

anyway. When he flinched, she wondered if she had missed his thigh after all.

"But you realize you can't; you realize you must go on with your journey."

Tyber sighed deeply. "I suppose so."

"Where are you now?" LaLeche almost seemed to be getting into this himself. If

Zanita didn't know him for the self-serving slime he was, she might have

believed him herself.

"I suddenly burst through to a room of light. Everything is peaceful here, yet I

feel spent and exhilarated at the same time. I feel great." He bent forward,

toward LaLeche. "I mean really great, Xavier, you know?"

Even though the room was dark, Zanita could sense LaLeche's self-satisfied

smirk. "I know exactly what you are feeling. You feel renewed."

"Yes. That's it exactly. Renewed."

"Can you think of something in your real life which gives you this same feeling

of newness? This feeling of being reborn? Joyfully alive?"

Tyber gently squeezed Zanita's hand. "Yes, I can."

Surprised, Zanita swung her head toward him. What a beautiful thing for Tyber to

imply, even if he was acting. Before she could stop herself, she lifted their

joined hands to her lips to place a gentle kiss on the back of his hand. His

threaded fingers tightened on hers, sending his warmth to her.

"Now you have found an attunement from within yourself to your outer being. You

have had an important revelation here, Dr. Evans. How do you feel? Everyone may

open their eyes."

The first thing Zanita saw when she opened her eyes was their