The Portal: Doorway to Adventure
Chapter 6


"One shell, one quid, and three pinches?" asked Sid when he heard 
the offer for his sword. 

The bearded man sat, tailor style, on the rug on which he displayed 
his wares. His wares consisted of a handful of knives, an old 
sword, and an axe head. He replied, "It's in bad shape. I'll probably 
have to melt it down and have it turned into knives."

Sid considered his circumstances and decided to keep the sword. 
He dropped the parts of the knife that he had taken from Clem and 
asked, "How much?"

"You want coin?" asked the man with barely a glance at the rusted 
blade. At Sid's nod, he answered, "One pinch."

"I'll take it," said Sid. This shopping experience, his attempt to turn 
the weapons into money, frustrated him. Most of the vendors didn't 
like to deal in coin, preferring to barter goods for goods. Coming 
from a money-based economy, the lack of interest in coin threw 
him for a loop. He accepted the pinch from the man and put it into 
his coin purse.

As they walked away, Sid asked Jennifer, "How does this market 
work?"

Smiling at his obvious frustration and understanding his confusion, 
she answered, "What you typically do in a market like this is to 
first purchase some item that can be broken down into smaller 
items. You trade the smaller units for the other things that you 
need."

"How's that again?" asked Sid shaking his head.

"Let's say you buy a basket of apples for a pinch. Now, you don't 
need a whole basket of apples. What you do is go to the next 
vendor and swap a couple of the apples for some flour. You keep 
swapping apples for what you need until you have run out of 
apples," explained Jennifer. 

"So what is the money for?" asked Sid.

"It's just a little more portable than trade goods," answered 
Jennifer. 

"So do you mean that I could walk into town with a couple of logs 
and trade for food?" 

"Sure. Most people come to the market with trade goods. Very few 
people use money all that often in their day to day lives. Even a 
pinch is too much for most things that you want," answered 
Jennifer. She shrugged and said, "You use it to pay wages, 
although people can trade labor for goods."

Nodding his head, Sid filed that information away realizing that it 
could come in handy in the future. He looked down at the nicked 
and pitted blade, wondering what to do with it. He frowned at the 
realization that he was going to have to get a storage unit at the 
bank no matter what choice he made. The knife taken from Smart 
Art was too good to trade away. He looked over at Jennifer and 
asked, "Are you ready to go?"

"Sure," she replied excited about what was going to happen when 
they returned to Crossroads. Her body shuddered in anticipation of 
bedding Sid.

The pair headed to the bank. Stepping up to the counter, Sid said, 
"I need to open an account and rent a storage box."

The young man behind the counter looked up at Sid in surprise. In 
two years of working at the bank, he'd never had occasion to rent a 
storage box. Flustered, he said, "Let me get the manager."

The reaction of the clerk surprised Sid. He thought that the rentals 
were a common practice. He looked over at Jennifer and she 
seemed just as surprised. It was a minute later when a well-dressed 
man walked over to the couple and said, "Follow me to my office."

Sid walked beside the man to the office with Jennifer following 
behind them looking at the fine wood paneling of the bank. It 
seemed out of place with the quality of workmanship that she had 
seen elsewhere. On reaching the office, the manager turned to Sid 
and asked, "Did I understand correctly that you want to rent a 
storage box?"

"Yes, is that a problem?"

"No, It's just that very few people ever rent a storage box, 
particularly a young man your age," assured the manager. 
Normally, a box was rented by an established businessman who 
wanted to get some item of great value from one place to the other 
without the risk of getting robbed during the trip. He gestured to 
the chairs in front of his desk as he stepped behind his desk. He 
took a seat while Sid and Jennifer sat down.

After rummaging through the drawers of his desk for a minute, he 
pulled out a tablet and examined it. With a smile, he asked, "What 
size box?"

"An arm wide, a foot deep, and a woman in length," answered Sid 
as he made gestures indicating a size that was about three feet 
across, a foot deep, and five feet long. It was a large container 
considering that all he had to store was a knife, a sword, and a 
staff. However, Sally Caretaker had suggested that size so that he 
could store his weapons and armor in it when he finally acquired 
some. 

The manager nodded as he made a notation on the tablet and said, 
"One that size would run about two shells a year."

"Fine," answered Sid, "I'll also need to establish an account with 
the bank."

"Of course. You'll want the rental deducted from your account 
automatically, I assume," said the manager as he made another 
note on the tablet.

"Yes," answered Sid. 

The manager took out a small box and placed it on his desk. With a 
smile, he said, "Put your finger in this device and we'll set 
everything up for you."

Sid eyed the device and asked, "How's it work?"

The bank manager shrugged his shoulders and answered, "It's 
magic. No one understands it except perhaps a wizard or two. Just 
like no one understands how the storage boxes work."

Sid suspected that the same people who built Crossroads were 
responsible for the banks and that it was technology at work, not 
magic. He put his finger in the hole of the small box. He felt a pin 
prick as though it were taking a blood sample. After a minute, the 
top of the box glowed green. The manager said, "You can take 
your finger out now."

Sid pulled his finger and examined the tip where he had felt the 
pinprick. There was no sign that a blood sample had been taken. 
He commented, "Odd."

"Yes, it is a strange sensation," commented the manager. Standing 
up, he said, "Follow me. We'll set up your account and then I'll 
take you to the room where you can examine your storage box."

Sid and Jennifer followed behind the man to the counter. The 
young man behind the counter accepted the coins from Sid and 
dropped them into a bin. After a few seconds, he said, "Put your 
finger into the hole."

Following directions, Sid wondered if there was something sexual 
about all of this putting his finger into a hole. After a few seconds, 
the area around the hole turned green and the bin emptied. It was 
clear to Sid that the young man didn't think much of the amount 
when he said, "Your balance is fifteen shells and five pinches."

"Thank you," answered Sid. He wondered why the charges for the 
storage box hadn't been deducted.

The manager said, "I'll take you to the storage area. Once you 
claim your box, the amount will be deducted from your account 
balance."

They followed the manager to a room that was identical to the one 
in which he had arrived in Chaos. This one had a small table and 
was barely large enough to hold three people. On the wall above 
the table was a small hole. The manager pointed to it and said, "Put 
your finger in the hole."

When Sid did as requested the area around the hole glowed green 
and a box appeared on the table. The manager double-checked the 
size of the box and then said, "Two shells have been deducted from 
your account. I must caution you not to put anything living inside 
the storage box. The result can be rather horrible."

"Really?" asked Sid wondering why that might be the case.

"Yes, really. When you're done, close the box and it will be put 
into storage. I'll leave you alone to place your goods inside it. 
Thank you for using our bank," said the manager as he backed over 
to the door. 

"You're welcome," replied Sid waiting for the man to leave the 
room. When the door closed, he opened the box and placed his 
sword, knife, and staff in it. Jennifer watched in silence, wishing 
that he would hurry up and finish. 

Satisfied that all of his goods were in the box, Sid winked at 
Jennifer and closed the box. A second later, the walls of the room 
shimmered and they found themselves in a richly colored room. 
There were blue carpets on the floor, floral wallpaper, and a crystal 
chandelier. Smiling at the surprised expression on Jennifer's face, 
Sid said, "We're back at crossroads."

Even as he spoke, the door opened admitting them to the nicely 
decorated waiting room. Sally Caretaker was waiting for them on 
the couch and rose gracefully when the door opened. She smiled at 
Sid and Jennifer. As far as Sid was concerned, her smile lit up the 
entire room.

Looking totally sexy, Sally approached him. Her movements were 
smooth, hips undulating with sexuality, and the look on her face 
seductive. Her gown, a pale transparent blue barely exposed the 
treasure that was her body. Holding his breath, he watched 
transfixed, unable to take his eyes off her. Embracing him, she held 
him tightly. Whispering in his ear, she said, "I missed you."

Turning to Jennifer, she said, "Welcome to Crossroads, Jennifer. 
I'm sure that you are happy to be here."

Happy was not the word that Jennifer would have used. Now that 
the moment was upon her, she was nervous and excited about 
making love to Sid. She replied, "Thank you."
 
Sally took Sid and Jennifer by the arms and, guiding them towards 
an open door, said, "Let me take you both to the restoration tank 
for a minute."

Although he had taken a few blows in the sparing match the 
previous night, Sid said, "We weren't injured."

In a soothing voice, Jennifer said, "It's a standard precaution."

Sid went to the restoration tank and lay down. When Sally closed 
the cover of the tank, he lost consciousness. It was as though his 
mind had been switched off when the cover was closed. When he 
woke, it was hard to tell how much time had passed. One look at 
Sally Caretaker looking down at him with a welcoming smile on 
her face made the time immaterial. 

Sally was so proud of Sid that she didn't know how to express it. 
Instead, she relied upon her duties to carry her through the moment 
and said, "Come with me, Sid. I shall bathe you, feed you, and then 
lead you to your bed where you may claim your reward."

Sid followed her, his eyes locked on the mesmerizing sway of her 
hips. All thoughts of Jennifer had vanished from his mind. He 
wasn't even aware of how he reached the bathroom. It was almost a 
shock when Sally turned and started to undress him. His clothes 
were no longer a problem for her and she removed them with ease. 
His cock rose as she stripped off her gown. She smiled down at the 
cock that gave her such pleasure and said, "Not yet."

With gentle touches, she pulled him into the bathtub. It was filled 
with warm water. He stood in the center of the bath, lost in gazing 
upon her amazing body, as she lathered his body with a soft 
sponge. She talked to him while she worked. "Oh, my wonderful 
man. It is hard to tell you how much I missed this magnificent 
body of yours."

"You are so beautiful," said Sid. That was all that he could think of 
to say. It was all that he wanted to say and based on her reaction, it 
was all that he needed to say.

She filled a pitcher with water and rinsed the suds from his body. 
The water cascading down his body felt incredible, but paled in 
comparison to the sensations of her hands touching him. His cock, 
erect and hard as a rock, wanted her hands to touch it. It was the 
only part of his body that she didn't touch. From behind, she 
pressed her naked body to his and, with her mouth close to his ear, 
she said, "I want you to stay hard and erect just like you are."

"I want you," replied Sid as a shudder went through his body. Her 
hard nipples pressed into his back letting him know that she 
wanted him as well.

She led him out of the bath and dried him with a fluffy towel. Her 
touch was soft and had become almost torturous by the time she 
finished. After covering him with a robe, she led him from the 
bathroom to the dining room. She wore a white lace robe. 

A huge feast of finger foods was laid out upon the table. Sally led 
him to a chair and waited for him to sit. She sat in the chair next to 
his and began to feed him. Using her fingers she placed individual 
bites of food into his waiting mouth. When it came time for the 
slices of fruit for desert, she used her mouth to pass the food to his 
mouth. 

Sid had realized in the bathroom that Sally was seducing him. 
Every touch, word, and act was designed to fuel his desire. By the 
time dinner ended, Sid was ready to pick her up and take her on the 
table. When he started to make his move, Sally said, "No. I want 
you excited for her."

"Her? Who?" asked Sid looking into Sally's eyes. 

Sally giggled at the question and said, "Jennifer. She's waiting for 
you in the bedroom."

"I want you," explained Sid unable to take his eyes away from 
hers.

"You must make love to her. She has risked her life for this 
moment," countered Sally stroking his hair. She leaned forward 
and kissed him softly on the lips. Moving back, she said, "I want 
you to satisfy Jennifer like no other woman in history. I want you 
to make her scream her orgasms so loud that they hear it on 
Cassandra. Jennifer has to come so hard that she loses 
consciousness and when she wakes, I want you to do it to her 
again."

Surprised by the emphasis on Jennifer, Sid said, "I want you."

Sally said, "And you shall have me when she cries out that she's 
had enough."

"Why?"

"It is my pride that you take your pleasure from her and give her 
pleasure that other women of Cassandra can't even imagine," 
answered Sally with a smile. She wanted Jennifer to return to 
Cassandra singing the praises of Sid Jones. All of Cassandra must 
know that she, Sally Caretaker, was caretaker to the greatest lover 
of all time. She knew it wouldn't be hard for him to overwhelm 
Jennifer; he was the greatest lover of all time.

As Sally led him to the bedroom, she whispered, "I want you to 
mount her and pummel her with your hard cock. She has fantasized 
about it, but the reality will exceed her fantasies. Oh, my strong 
man. Mount her, ride her, and take her to heights undreamt of by 
women. Bring her the passion that women of Cassandra so desire."

By the time she closed the door behind him, the drive to perform in 
the manner she desired beat strongly in his veins. Looking at 
Jennifer, posed on the bed, caused his cock to throb. Her eyes 
widened at the sight and she licked his lips. As he moved to the 
bed with the grace of a panther stalking its prey, she held out her 
arms to welcome him. She watched fascinated as he took the 
initiative in bed. 

When he reached her, he lowered her back to the bed and covered 
her mouth with his. Jennifer could not believe what Sid was doing 
to her. She had heard that heroes were active in bed, but this was 
incredible. When he kissed her, she experienced her first orgasm of 
the day and gave forth a petite moan. 

Little did she know that his kiss was only the beginning of 
foreplay. By the time he kissed his way to her breasts, she was 
coming non-stop. When he licked her between her legs, her petite 
moans of pleasure turned into primal screams. He mounted her, 
sliding his cock into her waiting passage. With hard thrusts, he 
rode her to his orgasm. Despite the build up that Sally had given 
him, his orgasm was long in coming. Her eyes rolled back into her 
head and, just as he came, she lost consciousness. 

Sid lifted himself off her body and looked down at her appreciating 
the very attractive woman. Her sweaty body was glowing red from 
a sexual blush. Never had he heard of a full body sexual blush and 
it was, in his opinion, an amazing sight. Her lower region was red 
and swollen from hard use. Her areolas were puffy and the nipples 
hard as rocks. As he examined her, her body underwent another 
convulsion as though she were experiencing another orgasm. 

He lay down next to her and rested a hand on her stomach. With a 
glance at the door of the bedroom, he hoped that he had satisfied 
Jennifer as well. After a minute of wondering about her strange 
behavior, he fell asleep exhausted from the energy that he had put 
into the act. 

The sensation of a mouth on his cock woke him from his nap. 
Looking down, he saw Sally between his legs working on his cock 
and watching him with a smile in her eyes. Seeing that he was 
awake, she pulled her mouth off his cock and whispered, "Wake 
her. Do her again."

He started to protest, but she put a finger to her mouth and eased 
off the bed. With a huge smile on her face, she backed out of the 
bedroom leaving him with a throbbing erection. As the door 
closed, he turned to examine the naked woman beside him. With a 
smile, he bent down and kissed her erect nipple. She moaned and 
then her eyes shot open in amazement.

Looking down at the top of his head, Jennifer experienced an 
orgasm. The desire to have him inside her was overwhelming. She 
screamed out, "Oh God. Do it to me again!"

With a raw throat, Sid ordered, "Get on your hands and knees."

Confused, she did as he had commanded. Once in that position, she 
was shocked when he entered her from behind while holding onto 
her hips to control her reactions to his thrusts. As he worked his 
cock in and out of her, her breasts sway in time to his rhythm. She 
lifted her head and screamed as wave after wave of pleasure 
washed over her. Incoherent, she shouted, "Yes, yes, yes..."

It wasn't long before her arms could no longer support her upper 
body. Her face lowered to the bed, but Sid didn't relax the pace that 
he was setting. The changed angle of her body meant his cock was 
rubbing her in ways that she had never experienced. He looked 
down at her buttocks and found they were red. Her whole body 
glowed red. 

Sid continued to take her knowing that she didn't even know what 
was happening. He could feel her pussy fluttering and sucking at 
his cock as muscles tried to trap it within her. Her entire body was 
shaking and finally collapsed underneath him. He hadn't come, but 
pulled out rather than continue pounding into her unconscious 
form.

Still needing release, he called, "Sally, I need you."

Concerned, Sally entered the room and saw the unconscious 
woman on the bed. Smiling, she rushed over to the bed and 
climbed onto Sid's cock. He rolled over, trapping her beneath him 
with his body resuming its frantic thrusting towards release. Sally 
screamed her pleasure and then shouted, "You fucked her 
unconscious. My incredible man!"

At that point, Sid lost it and his body took over. Afterwards, he 
wouldn't know how long he lasted. He didn't remember coming, 
but he did remember Sally turning into an animal underneath him. 
Sid woke alone in bed, but he wasn't alone for long. Sally and 
Jennifer led him out of the bedroom to eat and talk. As they 
walked, Sally said, "I apologize Jennifer, I didn't realize that you 
were even more easily excited than I."

"I didn't know I was easily excited," answered the woman in a 
daze.

Three weeks and many sessions in bed with Jennifer passed. One 
morning, after a particularly splendid night in bed, the young 
woman came into the living room after her morning trip to the 
bathroom. With a look of real regret on her face, she said, "I have 
to return to Cassandra now."

Sally rushed over to the other woman and gave her an excited hug. 
With a large smile, Sally asked, "Congratulations, is it a boy or a 
girl?"

"It's a boy," answered Jennifer with a huge grin. Her joy at 
becoming a mother overpowered her reluctance at leaving. As she 
patted her stomach, she added, "I always wanted a boy."

It took a minute for Sid to realize what she had said. He sat up and 
asked, "I'm going to be a father?"

"Yes," answered Sally with pride. Her hero had performed his 
duties in a superb fashion and another child would be added to the 
population of Cassandra.

"How will I support her if I'm living on Earth or here?" asked Sid 
believing that her worries about that had motivated her regret about 
leaving. He couldn't stand the idea that he would have to abandon 
her.

"All of Cassandra will raise my baby," answered Jennifer with a 
satisfied smile. 

Puzzled by her initial reaction, he asked, "So why the long face 
when you came in the room?"

"I'm not going to get to experience you in bed again," answered 
Jennifer with a sigh. The loss wasn't as great as it could have been. 
Sid had talked her into sexual acts that she had never tried. He had 
eaten her cunt and the orgasms she experienced were just as strong 
as when Sid had taken her. She could teach that to her future 
husband and, while it wouldn't replace the hard pounding of Sid's 
cock, it would suffice.

Jennifer walked to the door and turned to look back at Sid. With a 
sigh, she turned to Sally and said, "Sally Caretaker, I envy you. All 
women of Cassandra will envy you."

Sid watched her leave feeling saddened by her sudden departure. 
He had enjoyed having the two women in bed and had thought 
they could have a farewell fling. Now that she had gone, he would 
have to leave soon as well. Looking at a very proud Sally, he said, 
"You are so beautiful."

Looking at him with longing and wishing that they could make 
love one more time, Sally said, "You have to go now."

"What?" asked Sid in surprise. He hadn't realized that he had to 
leave that soon.

"You've made her pregnant. You have to go now," answered Sally 
as she ran a hand along the side of his face. This was the tough part 
of being a caretaker, watching him return to his world. 

Concerned that he might not be able to return, he asked, "Can I 
come back?"

"Of course," she answered, "you succeeded in your mission and in 
getting her pregnant. Now you must go while I seek out what 
would be appropriate for the next mission."

Sally led him to the door and opened it. Trying to hold back her 
tears, she hugged him and gave him a long passionate kiss. 
Running his hand across her body, he asked, "Can we ..."

"No, you have to go now. Come back in a month," said Sally with 
real regret in her voice. She added, "If you have a need while you 
are away, remember that there are women on Earth for you."

"Will I get to see the baby?" asked Sid feeling like a cad at getting 
Jennifer pregnant and then leaving despite the fact that it wasn't his 
choice.

"I'll see what I can do," she answered knowing that it would never 
happen since it wasn't allowed in the rules. She pushed him 
towards the door and said, "You really must go now."

Feeling abandoned, Sid stepped through the door and looked at her 
memorizing the sight. When she shut the door behind him, he 
found himself in the closet back at his house. Already missing 
Sally, he stepped into the study with a heavy heart. His books and 
study materials were where he had left them. Glancing at the 
monitor of his computer, he was surprised when the screensaver 
came on. He had spent four weeks in Crossroads and four days in 
Chaos, but the atomic clock on the desk showed that only fifteen 
minutes had passed on Earth.

Monday, Sid walked into his Freshman English class and noticed 
the number of women clustered around the desk he normally took 
had grown. He shook his head and took his seat waiting for the 
instructor to arrive. The woman at the desk next to his leaned over 
and asked, "Aren't you going to ask one of us out?"

Surprised by the question, Sid asked, "Pardon?"

"I asked if you were going to ask anyone of us out," repeated the 
woman as she gestured to the other female students around his 
desk. All of them were watching him.

Sid just shrugged and was saved from having to give a further 
answer by the entrance of Professor Smith. He opened his 
notebook and fixed his gaze at the front of the room. She called the 
role and he announced his presence in his normal respectful 
manner when his name was called.

After the roll had been taken, Professor Mary Smith moved around 
to the front of her desk and sat on the corner. Looking over the 
class, she said, "In literature, a common topic is the love story. In a 
typical love story, there is a beautiful woman who serves as the 
love interest. Now over time, the standard of beauty changes. This 
week we will be reading a number of stories, each with a different 
standard of beauty expressed within them."

The woman who had been grilling Sid raised her hand. Professor 
Smith noticed and said, "You have a question."

"Not really. There's only one standard of beauty and we all know 
what it is," said the woman as she rolled her eyes.

"What is it?"  

"A hard body woman with a big chest."

Sid turned away and looked at the floor in disgust. The instructor 
noticed his reaction and asked, "Are there any men in here that 
would like to comment on that?"

One of the other men in the class raised his hand and said, "She's 
right."

Another one raised his hand and said, "She's wrong. I like women 
that are kind of soft and with medium size breasts."

The woman sitting on the other side of Sid raised her hand and, 
batting her eyes in a flirtatious manner at him, said, "I'd like to hear 
what Sid thinks."

Sid was shaking his head even as Professor Smith asked, "Sid, are 
you willing to tell us what you think makes a woman beautiful?"

"No," answered Sid in a flat voice. If he had to describe beauty, the 
woman he described would be Sally and she had qualities that 
none in the class would understand.

The other women in the class begged him to describe his ideal 
beauty. Their plaintive yapping grated on his nerves, irritating him 
far more than he would admit. Professor Smith smiled as she 
observed his reaction and knew it for what it was, but not what 
motivated it. Curious, she said, "Mr. Jones. It would appear that 
the women of this class would like to know what you find beautiful 
in a woman. I think it is because they are interested in attracting 
you. Are you sure that you won't provide us with a description?"

Deciding that the women of the class should learn how far they 
were from his ideal of beauty, he answered, "I could describe what 
I consider the ideal of beauty, but you would have to understand 
that I would be describing a woman I know. I doubt that any of my 
classmates would enjoy the description."

Sensing a challenge, the woman who had requested his opinion 
said, "Please. I want to hear what you have to say."

"I was leaving her not too long ago and stopped at the door to fix 
in my memory her appearance so that I could savor it while I was 
away," said Sid as he closed his eyes. 

"She is a woman of mixed ancestry. The result of that mixture 
gives her a very exotic appearance. The color of her unblemished 
skin reminds me of a perfect tan. She has long black hair that 
hangs down to the middle of her back without a single curl. The 
color of her hair is so dark that it reflects the light with a 
supernatural sheen."

"Her facial features are predominately white. She has an upturned 
nose, strong chin, and high cheekbones. Her lips are full and lush. 
When she smiles, her lips part exposing her brilliant white teeth. 
She smiles often and with devastating effect."

"It is her eyes that will draw your attention away from the rest of 
her face. They are brown in brown, giving a sense of depth. They 
sparkle with intelligence. Looking at her eyes, you know that you 
would like to know more about her as a person. Laugh lines give 
testament to her good sense of humor."

Sid smiled as he thought about her eyes. He continued, "She is of 
medium height with the same kind of curves as Marilyn Monroe. 
She is soft to the touch, but there is strength beneath the surface. 
When she gives a hug, her body is soft and yielding even as she 
pulls you into her with surprising strength."

"Her breasts are probably a B cup. There is no waste when you cup 
them in your hands and yet they fill your hands in a most 
remarkable manner. The areolas are dark and topped with 
responsive nipples that erect to the size of an eraser when caressed 
with a light touch. They are natural rather than silicon mountains 
that defy gravity." 

A number of the women in the class swallowed heavily and looked 
down at their chests. Professor Smith was willing to bet a few of 
them were rethinking their plans for breast augmentation.

His voice became softer and gentler as Sid said, "Her legs are long 
and lean. She wears heels to sculpt her calves, but they are not so 
high that they throw her stomach forward and her ass back. They 
are reasonable heels that allow her to walk with grace."

"One of the things that one notices is her posture. She has perfect 
posture. When she sits, her back is straight, her head is level, and 
her legs are together. She crosses her legs at the ankles. When she 
stands, her back is straight, her shoulders are back, her head is held 
up, and her weight is evenly distributed on her legs."

"She is amazing when still, but in movement she'll take your breath 
away. When she walks, she walks with deliberation - one foot in 
front of the other, adding a feminine sway to her hips.  Her pace is 
slow and sensual." He shivered at the memory.

"Every movement that she makes is graceful. When she sits, she 
lowers herself to the seat with control rather than flopping into the 
chair. When she reaches for something, her arms and hands move 
together so that she doesn't look as if she is lunging at things. 
There is a real beginning, middle, and end to her movements. The 
beginning and ends are fixed points and the middle smoothly 
connects the two without any jerky movements."

"It is not only what she does that makes her attractive, but the 
things she doesn't do. She never hurries or rushes her movements. 
She never clomps along looking like a duck or a stork in shoes that 
don't flex or are too tall. She doesn't move as though her body were 
a sack of flour."

With a sigh, he said, "She has a sense of fashion that knows how to 
tease the eye. In private, she wears long soft diaphanous gowns 
that hide as much as they reveal. Clothes that make you wonder 
where to look first. The colors are chosen to draw attention to the 
woman inside the clothes. The fabric is soft to the touch."

Without ever seeing Sally in a less private context, Sid described 
how he believed she would dress based on how Elizabeth had 
dressed. He said, "In public, her outfits are classy and no less sexy. 
She wears simple dresses that are cut to show off her figure, not to 
distort it. The treasures of her body are hinted at rather than 
exposed to view."

"The neckline plunges, but stops before her breasts are revealed as 
little more than the beginning of swelling. It makes a man want to 
look, yet frustrates him that he can't see more. The lengths of her 
outfits are chosen to provide natural lines that make her body look 
normal. The cuts of the sleeves and hem are just above or just 
below the joints, rather than between joints like those flood-water 
pants that so many women seem to prefer, yet makes them look 
ridiculous when wearing them." 

A number of women in the class shifted in their seats; bothered by 
his attack on a fashion that they enjoyed. Their unease increased 
when he said, "She doesn't wear shirts that are too short with pants 
that are too low, showing a bulging belly created by an overly tight 
waistline. There isn't a tacky naval piercing drawing attention 
away from the woman that it is supposed to adorn. She doesn't rely 
upon babbles to look pretty. There are no tattoos to mask her 
natural beauty or break up the expanses of her skin."

More than one woman in the class was actively frowning at his 
description. A few tried to pull their shirts down to cover their bare 
bellies. He had kept his eyes closed through his whole speech. He 
opened them and said, "More than her actual appearance is the 
woman inside. She is intelligent, witty, caring and loving. She 
gives rather than takes. She asks rather than demands. When she 
says goodbye, her eyes mist letting you know that she is truly 
going to miss you." 

Looking around the room, he added, "She is also at ease with her 
body and knows that the ultimate delight her body brings to a man 
is in bed. She doesn't worry if her buttocks are too large, legs too 
fat, or breasts too small. She knows that buttocks are for holding in 
the midst of passion and that any size will serve that purpose. Legs 
are to wrap around her man to pull him tighter into her and arms to 
pull him even closer to her for full body contact. She knows that 
breasts exist to be suckled, kissed, and licked. Even more 
importantly, she knows that any size breast can serve those 
purposes. She gives of herself to her lover without reservation."

Sid stopped and looked at Professor Smith noticing that she looked 
flustered. She wasn't the only one in the room with a slightly dazed 
expression. The woman seated next to Sid broke the silence when 
she asked, "How does a normal woman compete with that?"

With real envy in his voice, a guy in the class asked, "Where can I 
find a woman like that?"

Professor Smith had noticed the longing in Sid's voice as he 
described the woman. In a soft voice, she said, "It sounds like you 
miss her."

"I do and I shall return to her at the earliest opportunity," replied 
Sid as he stared into the distance. Mentally, he added, 'Even if I 
have to risk my life for the chance to be with her.'

Thus ends the first story in the Damsels In Distress Universe.