K came to her rooms at about 11:00. She was awake and quite nervous. He told her undress and to lie down on the bed. He took off his own large over coat, and beneath was dressed in some very special robes, which seemed to be made of finest silk and had some strange designs on them she was not familiar with.

You are a musician, and it is through this you will be set free. Your mind knows music and rhythm but your body does also. It has its own inner cycles and rhythms and tunes. I will play upon your body with my hands. They will move freely all over you. You will feel that excitement which the body feels when it is aroused sexually. It is this rhythm and this tune through which you will find the bridge.

This is that bridge just before that finally ecstatic release of pleasure at the very end of a highly charged sexual experience. You will feel and go through all those throws of passion and even full release. As you pass that final point it is there you must separate the paths one giving over to the body's release of its passions and the other, the one just waiting quite but always there. You must cross that bridge and separate the paths taking the one to freedom. This is the cycle you will be doomed to repeat endlessly if tonight fails, for you will continue to pass over and over that bridge to the body's passion and slowly drive yourself mad.

K began to move his hands over her beautiful body, carefully and expertly bringing her to the brink of sexual release. Her body went to his hands eagerly and quickly responded to his wishes and desires. He could sense her approaching that bridge, and she willingly went across to the fullest extent of the body's pleasures. Moaning and bucking and throbbing she took in all the pleasure she her body could hold.

When she had quieted from her experience K counseled her. "That is all right but it is not what you are after. You must try again, and this time separate the paths. Listen to the sounds of your body as you approach that bridge, hear them, learn them, then at the very end of the bridge, separate, separate.

This time when she came to that peak of ecstasy, she crossed the bridge and for an instant hesitated before once again crossing over and enjoying all the pleasure he had built up in side of her.

This time K gave her no time to "cool" down, but deliberately began a deeper more concentrated tuning of her body. He reached down into her center of pleasure and brought her around to the that most precious point of explosion and then he held her back , demanding she cross. Do it against his wishes, fight to gain that exquisite explosion of release.

Her entire body shuddered and everything in her craved that release, "Please, please let me have that."

"No"

She rose from within herself to fight him to gain that which she wanted, that explosion, that crossing over. It was then when she was so high so full of her own sexuality, so swollen for release, that she heard that other set of notes. Yes, to the side just a bit, She edged herself in that direction, oh but the sweet taste of that she so craved with her body called her back. Still she listened and then she repeated and was free.

This time K could feel her body as it slipped from beneath his hands and on into the in-between. He was drained and drenched with sweat from the effort, for she was a tough woman, but then It would take tough to survive what she had just done.

When she came back to him. K was already dressed in his coat again and sitting beside her bed. "Now, you know the secret and may cross at any time. Never forget that other tune, remember to cross the bridge and separate and you will be forever free."