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Pam has a passion for healthy gourmet cooking with a love of strong coffee and super hot foods. She also enters spicy food contests whenever she has a chance.
What inspired you to write your book?
This is the second book in the Infinite Series of three books total.
Here is a short sample from the book:
The almost part did get reported to Gage and Doc. Nemo later. As a form of professionalism, Shenser and Cat didn’t want the others to know everything that went on during that shared vision. But at the same time, they needed to verbalize some details and see if they took some wrong turn. Or maybe they got involved in some crazy deception with wicked spirits that roamed the same air channels, or, however, they get around.
Perhaps others have had similar experiences when going on such journeys. Such mid-day delights in out-of-body travels, or in any meditative state for that matter. But the odds of a couple moving through space with the first love, and both having extraordinary, dream-like quality orgasms at the same time, maybe counted as a first. Every fiber of their bodies quaked simultaneously, with such pleasure time distorted.
These orgasms didn’t involve the perspiring muscularity, the groaning and repositioning and crushing, with all the exertion and ousting of energy that physical sex takes. But rather, happened in a blissful abandonment just by merely touching a hand or a finger.
As they reported the full details to Gage and Doc. Nemo, their facial expressions explained the unique experience. This type of occurrence didn’t routinely happen. For the most part, the awkwardness had to take a second seat for the moment. Putting up false behaviors and excuses around the men who trained them in the first place didn’t seem prudent.
So the three men and Cat sat in Gage’s office around a small conference table. Due to the subject matter, at Shenser’s specific request, Queen Jem, his mother, didn’t offset the men/woman ratio. But with Cat as the only woman, the tension thickened for the two of them. So a minute or two of quiet lapsed, as the silence leading up a verdict.
“Alright,” Gage said, “You two wanted to go into more detail about your shared experience?”
They got into the sequence of things as they moved along into the pertinent data. More queries. Even the onset of inquiries went well. But a few faces reddened when they got to the more embarrassing areas.
“When did you first notice an erotic sensation?” Doc. Nemo asked. He picked up his coffee cup in front of him and took a sip.
“Oh, maybe ten minutes into the travels,” Cat said, sipping a nervous gulp of her coffee as well.
“Did you have an awareness of each other before that time?” Gage looked toward Shenser so he could take his focus off of Cat — both for her sake and his.
“Yes,” Shenser said, “when we realized the synchronization of the vision, we reached out to hold hands. This situation happened in the beginning. We wanted to stay together for this new experience. Seemed like a sensible thing to do, a throwback to our scuba diving days as teens.”
Cat put her hand to her chin and pushed a breath out. “You know, the buddy system,” she said casually, similar to discussing a dive trip with a friend.
Gage studied the curtains in his office, a solid color of light blue, reflecting the pure bright mid-day sunlight outside. Jeez, I wish my thoughts typified the same quality.
Cat had the courage to say as her face flushed red, “While Shenser, and I traveled together holding hands, every movement sent erotic shivers through my body. It’s like we showed each other a new sexual skill that we just invented,” she sighed.
Doc. Nemo, who sat directly across from Cat, made a check in the proper square on the paper. He then attached the pen to the clipboard.
Gage put down his coffee cup, “Please elaborate on that particular sexual skill.”
Shenser intervened, “You might find this unusual, or even problematic.”
“No,” Gage said. “I’ve run across many strange things in all my years of researching. Nothing surprises me.”
With uncertainty, she ran her fingers through her hair scratching her head, unaware of the effect that it had on Gage and probably all the men in the room. “Well,” she said, “I’ve always had easy orgasms, probably a lot easier than most women. As a loner, I didn’t compare notes with other women and of course not with other men. But I never took the time to study the subject much.”
She looked over at Doc. Nemo for his opinion. Though she didn’t receive a reaction back.
“I just have to,” she continued, “press against something in the regional area, even accidently bump into something, and I’ll have an orgasm.”
“Yes,” Gage said, so composed.
Cat bit her lip. “Well, um, well,” she began. “This experience with Shenser put my other orgasms to shame. These were even easier—more spontaneous.”
“Though the stranger thing we noticed,” Shenser added, “was both of us had the same instantaneous response just from holding hands. It felt like a wet dream of a teenager only intensified.”
“I’ve heard of such things,” Gage said. “Did this surprise you?”
“Yes, terribly. I know, this seems highly unusual I’m sure. Leave it to me, ur, I mean us, to do the unexpected and bizarre.” Cat said. “But you’ve heard of it?”
As the thought solidified, Gage chuckled, you lucky son of a bitch.
Doc. Nemo resorted to making spur-of-the-moment notations. Even his face reddened.
“Yes, I’ve heard and even experienced some heightened sexual feelings myself while remote viewing. You have to appreciate a sense of humor in circumstances,” Gage said. “When did you experience your first orgasm?”
“Hmmm, I haven’t thought about that for awhile,” she said. “But I remember it happened automatically,” she stumbled, “I mean, I wasn’t helping it along in any way.” She hesitantly looked over at Shenser. “I was, um, just thinking about you. I was 16 at that time.” Though embarrassed, she treaded onward, . “Just daydreaming made me feel something delightful between my legs, but I didn’t know why.”
“Did that happen again in that manner? The doctor asked.
“Yes,” her eyes stared in realization, “every time I’d daydream and wonder about him.”
Gage sat ready with pen in hand to jot down his thoughts. “Okay, only while daydreaming with Shenser in your head,” he repeated, trying to keep his voice disinterested. “After that time, fast forward to the next boy of interest. What happened then?”
“No orgasms,” she sighed, “only with Shenser. Even with my boyfriend during college, I never had that feeling. But I can still have them all the time on my own, sometimes by just thinking about…, her words trailed off, but everyone in the room knew what she would say, especially Shenser.