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  “Bedtime, Lalli,” Rone murmured, smiling down at the past Kate. “Are you ready for your goodnight kiss?”

  “Of course.” To her surprise, Kate saw her past self raise the lace hem of the nighty to well above her belly button and spread her legs with absolutely no shame at all. She wasn’t wearing panties so her pussy was fully on display with its little mound of red curls. And when she spread her thighs wider, the pink outer lips opened, showing her slippery interior, already glistening with her juices.

  “Mmm…just look at that soft little pussy, all ready for a goodnight kiss.” Rone’s deep voice was a low, lustful growl. “And already so hot and wet, baby.”

  “Just for you,” Past Kate agreed with a naughty little smile. “Come and get it, sugar.”

  She didn’t have to ask Rone twice. He lay full-length on the bed in front of her and buried his face between her legs. He was gentle at first, kissing her outer lips softly and lapping at her inner thighs. Then the Kate in the vision put a hand on his head and pushed him down, shamelessly demanding more.

  The big Kindred wasn’t shy about giving her what she wanted. He redoubled his efforts, sucking her outer pussy lips into his mouth in a slow, teasing way first and then, when she moaned softly, spreading her with his thumbs to lap the sensitive inside of her pussy and bathe her clit with his tongue.

  Kate watched, both horrified and intrigued as Past Kate moaned and bucked her hips up, her hands tightening in the big Kindred’s hair.

  “Oh God, Rone, yes,” she gasped. “Right there—keep it right there. I’m so close!”

  Kate shook her head. It was clear her past self wasn’t just tolerating this—she was eager for it and completely enjoying it. And Rone was loving it too. He went down on her, tasting her pussy as though he couldn’t get enough of her. His broad shoulders split her thighs wide and Past Kate writhed under him, pulling his hair and calling his name like she just couldn’t get enough.

  Just look at him, Kate thought, watching the scene with awe and uncertainty as the Rone in the vision lapped and sucked her past self. He’s licking me like I’m his favorite flavor in the whole world! But how could that be? After what Greg Compton had said back in college…

  “Your pussy is my favorite flavor.” Rone’s deep, rumbling voice pulled Kate out of the vision and she opened her eyes to see him standing in front of her, his eyes half lidded with lust.

  “Oh!” She jerked her hand away from the side of his face. “How did you—did you read my thoughts?”

  He shook his head. “I wish. That isn’t possible until our bond is restored. You said it out loud.”

  “I did?” Kate felt incredibly vulnerable. “I, uh, didn’t mean to.”

  “Do you believe me now?” he asked, looking at her earnestly. “You know the Knowing doesn’t lie to you. I’m telling the truth, baby.”

  “I know.” She couldn’t look at him anymore. Her heart was pounding and she needed to get some space…some air so she could breathe properly. “Excuse me,” she said, pushing past him. “I…I really want some tea.”

  “Sure, baby.” He sighed again. “Sorry if I made you uncomfortable. I just wanted you to know I wasn’t making all this up. I know it probably sounds kind of strange to you.”

  “No, it’s fine,” Kate lied. “I asked about our routine. It’s just, uh, hard to imagine I was so comfortable letting you do that to me.” But she had been—in the vision she’d been positively eager to let him taste her. How had she gotten to that point?

  “It took a long time to build up to it,” he admitted. “But it was worth waiting for—you’re worth waiting for, Kate.”

  Kate forced a laugh. “That’s sweet but I have a feeling the Madam of Shadows won’t agree with you. We’d better get going—she’ll probably be here any minute and if we’re not dressed and ready to go she might make us wear our sheet and towel outfits to this weird exercise class she has planned for us.”

  He sighed. “You’re probably right. Okay, let’s see what the magic closet has to offer us this morning. If it even is morning on this benighted planet.”

  While Kate brewed her tea, he walked over to the closet by the bed and opened it.

  “Looks like exercise clothes all right,” he murmured. “They’re tight and stretchy at least. Well—in some places more than others.”

  “What do you mean?” Kate turned from the counter and saw that he was wearing some extremely form fitting clothes. At least, the shirt was form fitting—it was a sleeveless black t-shirt looking thing that left his muscular arms bare and clung lovingly to every hard line of his broad chest. The pants were somewhat looser—something like black sweats or maybe black karate pants. Except for the crotch which was made of some thin, shiny silver material that was stretched tight across the bulge of his shaft.

  “See?” Rone looked down at himself. “Weird.”

  “Uh…wow.” Kate managed an unsteady laugh. His thick shaft was clearly outlined in the thin silver material which left absolutely nothing to the imagination. “They’re not very subtle around here, are they?” she said, trying not to look and failing.

  “Not a hell of a lot, no.” Rone shrugged. “I guess it beats a towel though.”

  “What do they have in there for me?” A wave of unease flowed over her. If they expected Rone to wear the weird, show-everything pants, what in the world might the closet hold for her?

  “Looks like exercise clothes for you too.” Rone pulled out a hanger with a t-shirt and a pair of tights and handed it to her.

  “I’ll put them on in the bathroom,” Kate said.

  “Or I can just turn around if you feel uncomfortable.”

  Before she could answer, he turned, putting his broad back to her, considerately giving her privacy.

  Quickly, Kate stripped off the sheet she’d been wearing since the night before and slipped into the outfit the closet had provided. At first she thought it wasn’t that bad. True, there were no panties or bra to go with it but at least there were no slits or holes anywhere in the fabric to show off her more sensitive areas.

  But once she had the clothing on, she realized there was a problem. Her clothes were white instead of black but they had something in common with Rone’s outfit. On her chest, were two patches of thin, silver material that molded to her breasts so tightly it looked almost as if she had on silver body paint. Both nipples were clearly outlined and even the outer rings of her areolas were visible.

  Even worse, she also had a silver patch in the crotch of her tights and the thin material seemed to cling to every curve of her pussy. Looking down, Kate could actually see the outline of her clit, peeping out from between her inner folds.

  “Oh my God,” she muttered. “This is obscene.”

  “What is?” Rone asked, his back still turned. “Can I see how you look?”

  “Not yet.” Kate tried frantically to pull the clinging, silver material away from her private areas but the more she tried, the tighter it clung to her. At last she gave up. “Oh, hell,” she muttered furiously. “Freaking perverts!”

  “Problems?” Rone asked.

  “No—not if I want to be in some kind of exercise themed porno.” Kate said, frowning savagely down at her new clothes.

  “Can I look?”

  “I don’t know. It’s embarrassing.”

  “I saw you naked last night,” he reminded her gently. “Saw you and touched you, baby. Come on—don’t be shy.” He turned around slowly.

  “I can’t help it. This is worse than naked.” Kate crossed her arms over her chest protectively and pressed her thighs tightly together. “This is like…like I’m framing all my girly parts on purpose.”

  “You’re not doing it on purpose.” Rone’s blue eyes flickered over her. “We have to wear what they give us.”

  “No, we don’t. The sheet was better than this!” Kate reached for her discarded sheet—only to have it vanish out of her hands. “Hey!”

  “I think that’s a not too subtle clue that you�