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possible for her to find her twin flame (heck, she’d even settle for a regular old soulmate, now) surely he could make it happen.
         “Okay, Ben, let’s do it.” She could almost see Ben making a really good husband for her if things didn't work out with the elusive twin flame. It was a win-win. ( not that it was ever going to, actually , come to that). And they could always work on the chemistry. But then, how important was that anyway? Look at some of the guys she had been wildly attracted to. Where had that gotten her? And so many women fancied Ben, surely they couldn’t all be wrong. She could see what they went for, in a way. He was tall, easily 6’ and had this unique kind of attractiveness. That strange paleness coupled with a shock of thick, straight, silky black hair and those penetrating eyes, full of kindness, intelligence and just a hint of mischief. Then those perfectly chiselled features and unusually full lips, with just the slightest suggestion of cherry, and that peculiar, almost Angelic sensitivity and integrity. By most people’s standards, Ben Wright was hot!
          For a moment or two, Geraldine was swept up in the sudden image of herself, finally, in a wedding dress, with Ben at her side, in a church packed with fellow psychics (all knowingly nodding their precognitive approval) and wonderfully evolved celebrity coaches like Ben, patting him on the back and saying ‘ well done, mate, you finally did it for yourself .’ She shuddered involuntarily, and mentally scolded herself for being so utterly ridiculous. Ben was obviously just taking pity on her. He’d only said it because he knew he could succeed at anything he put his mind to. It was just his way of making sure he got his point across, just as he always did. Well she didn’t need his pity! Whatever this plan of his involved, she was going to throw herself into it wholeheartedly.  There’d be no marriage of convenience for her...ever, not even with someone as amenable and eligible as Ben. Nope, one thing she certainly didn’t want was a pity proposal. How dare he pity her!!!
         For some reason, though, her mind recklessly, fast-forwarded to an image of the two of them standing, awkwardly, on either side of their marital bed. She shook her head violently to banish the stray image of a half-naked Ben. Then glanced at him guiltily to make sure he hadn’t, somehow, read her mind and seen it himself, telepathically. Just at that moment, Ben did seem to be smiling to himself about something. It was a bit uncanny really. Maybe he was a bit psychic. Why wouldn’t he be? She quickly pulled herself together. That take-away menu trick wasn’t such a stretch. They really hadn’t had curry for ages. Maybe that was how he did it every time, how he always managed to guess right. He obviously always chose whichever thing they hadn’t had for ages. It was just a series of lucky guesses based on common sense.
           Dinner suddenly arrived, and Geraldine tried not to imagine what might be going through Ben’s head as he munched, thoughtfully on a poppadum, but took a wild guess of her own, that he probably wasn’t imagining their wedding day....or night for that matter. Anyway, it definitely, definitely , wasn’t ever going to have to come to that, she was going to make sure of it. For the next three months, she’d do anything he said; she'd put herself completely in his hands. There was just no way they could fail. Look at the breakthrough they’d had already and they hadn’t even started yet!
          “Are you sure... about all this, Gerry...” Ben asked, suddenly, looking a little nervous for the first time that evening just as he was putting the finishing touches to his notes.
          “Yes, Ben, I’m absolutely sure. Let’s go for it! Why the heck not?”

Chapter 3     
     
    The first thing Ben did when Geraldine said goodnight and wondered pensively off to her room, swaying slightly and