67 Boudoir Glamour Inc. #67

When you have a story told to you, by someone that has incredible telepathy; the story can end at just that moment of slumber.

"Those two women found a rare clause. To carry the child of wounded or fallen warriors. An act of honor that family obligation might not defer.

Their love wishes finding a safe place.

Not weak in PSI, just made weak for a prestigious tool of combat. A tool that had been designed to reduce life sacrifices. Limiting those that might choose military success at the cost of deeper love."

As he words ended, the shape shifting goddess told me to sleep deeply.

The cause to remove herself from within me was going to take more time yet.

I dreamt that was floating above a powerful gravity well. Smallest specks drawn out of my body to swirl down and away.

A light nightmare cause me to shudder. Something hard and alien was being exposed as the specks pulled off my body.

The sweet, kind goddess was not happy. Not happy at all.