posted on Dec, 22 2008 @ 04:35 PM
It all fit. It all came together now for him. Her finding this mill. Finding him.
He had been searching for her, but she had "seen" him somehow. Found
him without really knowing. She was a genuine RV'er ! The stories about
her were all true ! He remembered this lottery lady like it was yesterday.
He had gone undercover to expose her as a rip-off artist but had been
unable to come up with a single piece of evidence showing that she had
manipulated the numbers. To make matters worse, he had fallen for her
like a rock. She had intrigued him and delighted him to the point of failure,
his failure. He lost his sense of duty. Duty to bring her in. And then she
He followed her into the bedroom and said, "You can't leave right now. It's
snowing way too hard and you wouldn't get very far. Wait until the storm is
over and I'll help you go, okay ?" She looked at him and nodded yes,
saying nothing. Together they went out to the kitchen to re-fill their hot
As they sat through the afternoon and talked, that old feeling of desire
came back to Jonathan. He was taken with her power. Finally, he asked
her to show him, if she could. Reluctantly she agreed. She led him over to
the couch and asked him to lie down and close his eyes. She sat down
beside him, putting her hands on each side of his head, and told him to
relax and try to picture in his mind, . .complete blankness. He did so.
At first there was nothing . . .and then it came, in waves, one after
another. He saw places, many many different places. He saw people.
He saw crying, intense crying. He glimpsed horrors that sickened him. His
body began to tremble. He felt fear. He shook, out of control shaking. It
was then that she removed her hands from his temples, and the visions
stopped. Jennifer got up and walked over to the door, watching the snow
fall silently. He joined her two minutes later. He reached down and took
her hand in his and pulling it in to his chest, he sighed "DAMN !".
Later that night he listened quietly as she told him how receptive he was.
"Normally I couldn't just show someone Jonathan. You happen to be a very
high receptive. If I didn't know better I'd say you have a little PSI yourself
"Maybe I do, maybe I do somewhat", he answered. "Tell me something
Jen, are you receptive ?"
"Oh yes, it comes with the territory."
"Then let me test you. Come over here and lie down, and close your eyes.
Think of nothing."
He put his hands on both sides of her head and closed his eyes too.
"Now tell me Jen, what am I thinking ?"
At first she lay perfectly still. She could feel the REM begin under her
eyelids. Then she began to move ever so slowly, side to side. Her
breathing became more rapid as she moved. Her lips parted and a long
"oooh" came out, followed by another "ooooh". Jonathan kept his hands
softly on her temples as she rocked back and forth. "Oooooooooooh my".
"Ooooooooooooooh my goddd !" "OoooooooooooooooooooooooooH !"
Jonathan removed his hands. Instantly her eyes were open, looking into
his. "I read your mind Jonathan, I read your mind !"
"You certainly did", he laughed, "you certainly did !" And then he was
rolling onto the floor, laughing so hard tears rolled down his face. He was
yelling "Oooooooooh, ooooooooooooooh my, ooooooooooooooooooooh",
and laughing and crying in between moans. Jennifer rolled off the couch,
on top of him, and began to smack him repeatedly, trying to get him to
shut up, but soon she was laughing too. He kissed her and she intentionally
murmured "ooooooh". That got him laughing again. Then he did the same
to her, and she couldn't stop laughing either. He loved this woman.