Text Box: Mirror, Mirror - Excerpt by G. Gregory - 2005         Sondra awoke out of dreamless sleep. Glancing at her clock she noted it was shortly after three AM. Her throat was parched, and her tongue felt swollen from lack of moisture. Her breath was foul from not brushing her teeth before crashing into bed earlier. Trudging through the darkened bedroom she made her way to the small adjoining bathroom and poured a glass of filtered water. The coolness of the liquid felt wonderful in her mouth as she swooshed it around before spitting it into the sink in an effort to expunge the foul taste. It did not work, so she quickly brushed her teeth before attempting to enjoy a cool drink of water.         Walking back over to the window, she looked out into the night. The shape of the huge maple filled most of her view with its darkened form. Peering into the blackness, her mind slowly replayed the events from earlier in the day. Images of the mirror hidden in the secret room haunted her. Memories of the mysterious words that appeared in her head haunted her too, but there was something different about the words. There was an attraction pulling at her to hear them again. It was more than curiosity. There was a lustful urgency growing deep inside of her demanding she return to the tiny room and the mysterious mirror. Another unexplained sense of arousal began to boil over making it clear she had no choice but to return.         Sondra recalled her panic to examine what it was that scared her so badly. Was it the fact that there was something in that house that knew her name? Was it because she saw where the old man died of mysterious causes? The fear, she decided, was more related to the fact that she was in the same room where someone had died. The mirror and the words were separate from that and held a different fascination. Satisfied there was nothing to fear related to the mirror, her mind silently asked additional questions, ‘Who or what was speaking to her? What did it mean when it said we had something to share? What did it mean that she was the one that had the power over…over what? IT? HIM? How the hell did it know her name?’         Her questions had to be answered, and her fear was completely allayed in the comfort of remembering it said it would not and could not harm her. A strong sense of wanting to go back welled up in her as she remembered the sensations of an intense arousal building rapidly just as Theresa interrupted her. As she stood there remembering, a tingling sensation began to creep up from the base of her spine, spreading quickly, nipples stiffening slightly as she recalled the soft timbre of the words heard in her head. ‘But wait,’ she questioned silently, ‘did I hear them or did I feel them?’ The arousal she experienced was as though she had been touched. Another question remained unanswered. Had she been touched somehow – touched by the words?         The chance to find what she was seeking would come to her in a few hours. It was now 4:12AM on the day of Halloween; the party was to begin at the Hilford House around 8PM. She resolved to find answers to all of her questions. The attraction of the mysterious mirror was growing with every breath she took. The desire to go back to it and touch it consumed her thoughts. She reached up and absently toyed with her right nipple that stood rigid and electrified under her night gown. The hollow ache between her thighs was back too. Find out how Sondra relieves that ache between her thighs...