by J.R. Bowles
CHAPTER 12
Morgan lay in her hotel bed, smiling. She had been thinking about her meeting with John Fleuric that day. She had a date scheduled with him and the anxiety had kept her mind active. All of her life her parents had prepared her for the conjugal vestures he would bestow upon her. She kept telling herself it was an honor.
When the pain hit, she knew the openings of the centers had begun. She hadn't realized how painful the first opening would be. Her mind had opened and she had felt linked to the first center, the one called Billy. She wondered who this Billy was, but felt sure she would meet him soon.
She fretted a little, but she told herself she shouldn't. Her father had explained everything. She was actually a substitute for one of the seven centers. The original center who had been destined to be John's first sexual liaison had gone mad. Her father had explained it all to her, but she still felt cheated out of her teenage years. She had fallen in love when she was a teenager, but when the boy had kept pressuring her for sex, she had been required to break it off: she had to save herself for John.
When the center opened, she had been overwhelmed by the connective link she had experienced with her ancestors.
Morgan hugged the other pillow in the bed, wishing it were John. She sighed happily, knowing soon she would experience that mystical communion shared between man and woman.
