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won’t be able to return.”
    She offered them her hands. Alyn and Zed took firm hold. Their eyes, amethyst and jet, sparkled with excitement. She kissed one, then the other, long and deep.
    “To be with you—truly with you—that’s a risk I’m willing to take.”   

Chapter Six
     
     
     
    Christine lay on the table in the mess hall, feeling silly. Zed had piled mattresses from several of the cabins on the hard surface, then arranged her on top of the heap like a sacrificial lamb on an altar.
    “Are you comfortable?” he asked.
    “I’m great. But what difference does it make? I thought the goal was for me to leave this body behind.”
    “We want you to relax completely—to stop thinking about your body. Last time it was extreme pleasure that pulled you out, but this time we want to try another method. Meditation is more predictable and easier to control.”
    “Are you ready?” asked Alyn, peering into her face.
    “As much as I’ll ever be,” she answered, resolutely ignoring her twinge of fear. So what if she couldn’t return to her body. This body didn’t have much of a future anyway.
    Zed clambered on to the table and straddled her torso just below her breasts. His cock, rigid once again, nestled in the valley between them. She licked her lips at the sight. Moisture trickled out from her sex, dampening the mattress.
    “This not exactly the way to get me to forget about my body,” she laughed. “Every time I look at your cock, my pussy gets wetter and my clit gets harder.”
    “Sorry!” Zed joined her laughter. “You have that effect on me. But let me see what I can do.” He closed his eyes, turning inward. His form seemed to shimmer. The effect was gone so quickly that Christine wondered if she had imagined it. In any case, his penis deflated until it flopped, limp and innocent, across her ribcage. “Is that better?”
    “Better? Well, it’s certainly less distracting!”  
    “Alyn, turn off the lights.” The room grew dim. The control panel in the kitchen area provided the only illumination. Zed’s face hovering above her was wreathed in shadow.
    He cupped his hands in front of his chest, about six inches apart, as though he were holding a ball the size of a grapefruit. “Relax. Take deep, slow breaths,” he told her. “Focus on the space between my palms.”
    Christine struggled to let go of the arousal that was raising her pulse rate and making her pant. She closed her eyes for a moment to centre herself, then followed Zed’s instructions. Initially she saw nothing but Zed’s burnished muscles through the gap between his hands. Before long, though, she noticed that the empty space was occupied by a faint glow. The light brightened gradually and congealed into three luminous strands that twined together, rotating at a stately pace in an ascending spiral. The filaments were born near his wrists, coiled upward and disappeared at his fingertips, in a smooth, endless flow.
    “Concentrate on the light,” Zed murmured. “Follow the light.”
    The slow-moving helix fascinated her. Her eyes traced its path as it emerged out of nowhere, rose and vanished. At first the streaks of brightness appeared pure white, but as she focused she noticed tiny flecks of colour: amethyst in one, gold in another, ruby in the third. Like jewel dust the motes danced in the beams until they reached the upper limit and winked out of existence.
    She could feel Alyn’s presence, off to her left, and could sense his concern. She knew Zed was watching her with those piercing jet eyes. Willing herself not to look at them, she trained her full attention on the hypnotic pillar of light. She dove into it, circling endlessly upward, spiralling into non-existence at the apex then regenerating at the base.
    Christine forgot the two men. There was only the light, swirling, pulsing, drawing her ever deeper. The light rippled through her like pure water. The strands curled around her like laughter. Golden flames licked