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    â€˜You’re in the wrong state of mind, that’s all.’ Liam crouched beside her and placed a comforting arm across her shoulders. ‘Take a break, have a bath, read your notes, get inspired! If writing is what you want to do with your life, then you have to learn to have fun with it. You can’t expect to do great work when you’re so tense.’ He resumed massaging Amy’s shoulders and a groan of painful pleasure escaped her lips. ‘This just won’t do at all.’ Liam pulled her up out of the chair. ‘Come on. Anything worth doing is worth doing well — you need a thorough working over.’
    As Amy was still working on the assumption that Liam was gay, she couldn’t see any harm in it. ‘Any assistance would be greatly appreciated,’ and she placed herself in his hands.
    An hour rolled around to find Amy feeling like a pile of jelly that had been spread across Liam’s bed. Her skin tingled from the stimulation of themassage, and her senses were reeling from the fragrant oil he’d used.
    â€˜Did you know that creative energy and sexual energy stem from the same place?’ Liam stroked the fair, soft skin of Amy’s lower back. ‘The root chakra that is located behind your spleen.’
    â€˜Is that right?’ She had no idea what he was babbling about and she didn’t really care.
    â€˜Indeed. In both Hindu and Chinese alchemic traditions it was believed that one could achieve immortality and enlightenment through Tantric yoga … that is, intense sexual stimulation without succumbing to orgasm.’ Amy gave a semi-interested grunt in response, so Liam extended the length of his stroke to encompass her whole back. ‘They believed the generative organs were instruments of supreme magical power. And, if at the point of climax the energy can be controlled, orgasm is experienced in the mind and is absorbed into the system, granting an individual extra Chi, or life force. A glimpse, you might say, of your Holy Grail.’
    With all this talk about sexual stimulation and the amazing sensations Liam was creating in her back, Amy was starting to feel rather aroused, liberated even. She gave half a laugh at his tutorial. ‘I should try it,’ she mumbled.
    The feeling of lips pressing into the small of her back sent Amy’s senses reeling. And then she savoured another kiss higher up her spine, and thenanother. It wasn’t like her to succumb so easily, but she had no desire to stop him. Amy had had a gutful of feeling ordinary, useless and safe, she needed to feel desirable, reckless and extraordinary for a change.
    Liam crawled up to lie beside her. He brushed the hair from her face, and looked her in the eyes.
    She prised her eyelids open and smiled at him. ‘So you know something of this ancient path to transformation, do you?’
    â€˜A practising master of the art,’ he assured her, his smile beaming even brighter than usual.
    Amy turned to him, sliding her arms about his neck. ‘No wonder you’re so happy all the time.’
    Stage Four: Taking Care of
Unfinished Business
    As the hours passed, Amy’s inhibitions took flight; making love to Liam was like a slow, fluent, emotive dance, which transcended the physical realm and led to a place where spirits met. Amy had never before experienced sex in an awe-inspiring way, but now that she’d plunged into the sacred depths of her sexuality, life would never be quite the same again.
    The bed had a warm glow in the wake of their giant outpouring of emotion and energy, and Amy felt she would be quite happy to stay wrapped up in this bliss forever. She looked to Liam who was dozing beside her. ‘So, I gather you’re not gay.’
    Liam would have laughed at this, had he not been so stuffed. ‘Who told you that? Asta?’ Amy nodded, and Liam rolled his eyes. ‘Asta thinks anyone over thirty who isn’t married is gay.