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groin, bringing her stumbling to a halt, half bent forward over her stomach.
    Unh. That was…some feeling. The egg he’d talked about—had to be that. The toah that he’d put inside her while she was half-awake. How had she forgotten that ? He’d told her it stored magic, sexual magic. And Jesus, what a concept that was.
    Without Heketoro here in front of her, the mountain of bizarre facts revolving round him wobbled in her mind. One minute plausible, the next fantastical, like a dream remembered the morning after. Except, some of the facts weren’t only bizarre, they were verifiable with her own eyes. Fact one, his physique had changed from average to so nicely muscular, she almost bit her tongue whenever she saw him. Impossible, yet true. This toah could be the same—a seemingly impossible thing that was true and real.
    In the bedroom, she slipped off the remnants of the shorts and underwear and sat on the bed examining the undone seam. She puffed out her cheeks. This was something concrete and undeniable. Yet, it was only the result of stitching giving way. She could do the same with a seam ripper.
    She bent over, probed up inside herself, biting back a moan as her overly sensitive flesh throbbed, to find the thing deep within. With difficulty, she got two fingers around it enough to drag it from her, though the lubrication made it slippery. Holding it before her eyes, she saw it was burnished smooth wood, egg-shaped, and covered in some strange black curlicue writing. It might simply be some sort of sex toy, if she didn’t know better. Outlining where it rested on her palm, there was a faint blueness on her skin. It was glowing?
    She went to her knees on the carpet and put the toah into the darker space beneath the bed. The toah shone blue. My oh my. Is that a sign of magic?
    But then her practical side took hold of her. Luminescent paint of some sort? Yes, that might be it. Or it was indeed magic. Damn. He wants to show me something at the lake to prove magic exists. Though, he didn’t say exactly when, did he?
    She rotated the toah, seeing in this simple object proof of Heketoro’s existence, of their lovemaking, of another side to herself she could never show to anyone.
    She rocked back onto the bed. Drawing her knees up, she returned the egg to its place and lay there for several minutes simply dreaming of the feel of Heketoro inside her.
    What would they think of her at work, if they knew of this? Though, of course they never would. A policewoman walking about with that inside her. It was, in its way, a luscious secret. There was the world out there, and the world of her body. This made her so aware of herself, of being a sexual creature. She shivered and let her thoughts drift.
    Whatever Heketoro was, when she mulled over how he’d carried himself, his body language, he didn’t strike her as loony. He was too real, if anything. Like he could reach out and do anything he wanted, if he put his mind to it.
    Still, running off to the lake straightaway seemed rather…impetuous. She’d wait a bit and think. If she could establish some sort of facts to judge this by… But how did you judge what was real or not, in a case like this?
    “Damn!” She sat up, shook her head. She couldn’t figure this out in any impartial way. She just plain liked him too much.
    She’d gone to her knees when he’d commanded it, masturbated in her backyard in broad daylight while he watched and approved. She squirmed inside at the thought, uncomfortably aware of the thumping of her heart and the blossoming warmth where the egg rested. Oh. That was nice. If any of her friends ever found out, she’d die of embarrassment. Maybe she’d just fallen down a rabbit hole like Alice and in a minute she’d wake up and discover all this was a dream?
    She stared at her hand, where it rested palm-up on her knee and couldn’t help recalling the water mirror on Heketoro’s palm, and the grass and clover bindings. The tendril! How had she