Chapter 8

“Well, Earth-girl, what do you think?”

I shook my head. “Think? I haven’t got a clue, Aza. I’d never have guessed half of this was even possible, much less that it could feel so good in kind of an awful way! Is there anything else?”

“Oh, hell, yes. We’ve hardly scratched the surface, but I don’t think you’re ready for spanking, stretching, bondage, and real pain. I doubt your friend the doctor would be inclined that way either. If you want to explore that on your own, feel free, but I’m not going to initiate you into it at this point.”

I lay there quietly for a moment, trying to assimilate all of it and maybe to frame the question nagging at the back of my mind. “Is it really true I’m not going to be staying here? Does that mean I’m not really, well, not dead after all?”