Kindred spirit of candlelight,

I won't sleep unless you sleep with me tonight.

- Conjure One (featuring Marie-Claire D'Ubald), Sleep (2002)

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While the world slept, Hank only dozed. Cuddling with Rio was nice, but she snored and sometimes mumbled, in a cute little girl sort of way. So in the early morning darkness, Anna awoke and found him alone, sitting at the dining table and wearing Leanne's big robe. She slid into the chair on his right and watched as he poked through Leanne's piles of papers and other what-nots.

Anna picked up a stapler and played with it. "You're not sleeping either?" she asked.

Hank shrugged. "I don't need much sleep."

"I do. I'm gonna be worth crap in the morning."

Anna put down the stapler to stretch her arms and yawn, gaining Hank's full attention. She wore a powder blue baby doll sleeper she'd borrowed from Leanne. Her chest filled out the top well enough, but her hips were nowhere near as ample as Leanne's. The drawstring on the waistband of the ruffled pantaloons was cinched up tight, to keep them from falling off.

She embellished her stretching as Hank watched, entranced. "Why are we here?" she asked into the almond butter of his eyes, her arms still in the air.

"Uh…" was all he uttered, unsure of what she meant.

"Why am I with Leanne, and why are you with her?"

"Uh…" he said again, as he found himself stunned by her beauty.

Anna lowered her arms and crossed them on the table, resting her breasts in their nook. Her melons remained hidden thanks to her top's high collar, and when Hank's gaze fell from them to the tabletop, her gaze fell as well. She shook her head forlornly, her face partly hidden by her hair.

She idly twirled the stapler, her attention solely on it. "What am I to do with you?" she asked, as if thinking out loud.

"Well, you are my counselor. Right?"

With allure, Anna rose to her feet and stood slightly behind Hank's side. She rolled her shoulders dramatically, the power of delts and traps testing the strength of the sleeper's stitches. Her behavior forced him to look up at her and, when he did, she pressed her hands between her knees and bent low to get in his face.

She allowed her boobs to appoach his chin as close as she could dare. "Come on," she said with wicked kindness. "Don't do this to me."

Hank inhaled a heady amount of her steamed rice scent. "Do what?"

"I'm your counselor, sure, but that's not who I really am. I mean, am I really?" She made a pouty face as Hank labored with breathing normal. "I haven't been trained well enough to care for my very own Genius. Not yet. I'm only here because Aika told Fuji to give me to you."

Anna quit her game, and plopped her butt back in her chair. "Fuji," she said in misery. "God, I hope she's okay."

Hank touched Anna's hand, and played with her fingers until her sadness lessened. "So why are we here?" she asked again, now in a serious manner. "I mean, Aika is super smart and I know she knows what she's doing, but how did she know I'd end up in this…" She plucked at the hems of her sleeper, "…with you wearing the same girl's robe?"

Hank blinked and moved his lips, but had no idea how to explain the things he'd seen and heard. His life had become a whirlwind, each day more surreal than the last. The things he'd witnessed when everything started—a crazy cartoon dog that led him to a stark white conference lunchroom, where a vending machine dispensed magic—seemed normal to him now.

As if on cue, the now normal-looking Bumbles approached to lay on his feet. Anna bent low to reach under the table and scratch the dog on its head.

"What are we gonna do with you?" she asked the dog in a baby girl voice.

"Let's take him for a walk."

Anna rose too quickly, almost bumping her head on the underside of the table. "What? Now?" She looked confused. "It's cold. I'll freeze to death."

Hank grinned. "You can wear my robe."

"What do you have on underneath?"

Hank's grin became cheesy. "Nothing."

Anna narrowed her eyes.

"I mean, we could get dressed," he offered next.

"I don't know." She played with her frills and ribbons. "I kinda like what I'm wearing."

Before Hank could speak again, Anna sat on his lap and faced him, straddling him with ease. She forced him to straighten his lousy posture so she could fit her strong body between his chest and the table. Summery baby soft cotton pressed against the erection growing beneath his robe. She reached down towards her shins to press her labia to it more fully.

The move put her chin on his chest, and she looked up into his eyes. "Do you like what I'm wearing?" she asked, petting the dog to keep it quiet. "Do you like where I am?"

Hank had to remember how to speak. "I like everything you do."

Now certain that Bumbles would stay silent, Anna fully unfurled. She didn't stop straightening out until she was leaning far back on the table. Hank grabbed her by the waist to help her get into position. She carefully rested her weight on her elbows, keeping his face in her line of sight. He cleared out the clutter from under her body, but before he could climb on the table and mount her, she gripped the table's edge and thrust her hips at his face by placing her feet on either side of the seat of the chair where he had once been sitting.

The meaty scent of her morning dew found its way into his nose. He breathed in all that she offered, as she wrapped her legs around his neck.

"I can see inside you," she said to the ceiling while resting her ass back on the table. She forced him to bend at the waist by locking her ankles around his neck. "I know everything you're thinking."

With his face now in her crotch, he was ready to tell all. About Rio and Milton being Others. About crazy demon cosplayers who force-feed you their dreams, with wild wind and monster teeth.

Anna stopped him before he could start. "Let me talk," she demanded.

She relaxed and closed her eyes, putting her hands palm down and under her butt, to position Hank's chin on her pubic mound. "Let's start with Sue Marie. She jumps up and lands in your arms. You catch her with ease, and lower her to the chabudai before I can pull you off."

Hank's vision swam as Anna's Reality took over.

"You're too strong and determined for me to stop what the two of you do, so I watch instead." Anna raised her head to better see Hank's face. "You know," she added with a smile. "To make sure nothing dirty happens."

Words formed that Hank knew must be his. "You always look out for me."

Anna analyzed her man. "I scold Sue Marie in Japanese, but all that happens is Fuji laughs."

"Fuji's with us, too?"

"Mm-hmm. And I talk to you in English. Harsh. 'If you don't straighten up,' I say, 'you'll get too hard to stand.'"

"I'm liking this idea."

"Good. Fuji and Sue Marie both want to be near you, but I chase them away by doing this."

She gripped the edge of the table again and plunged back into Hank's lap, mercifully causing no pain. She ground the soft cotton of her pantaloons against his exposed hardened meat.

"Mmm. I begin massaging you." She moaned while demonstrating her technique, writhing as she rubbed. "I do your neck, your head, your ears. My body rises as I run my hands down your back."

Hank spoke to the breasts Anna pressed to his nose as her fingers traveled down to his butt. "I love it," he said, as she exposed his shoulders. "I love everything. You're so hot. You drive me crazy."

He took his turn at being in control, pulling her face onto his and kissing her with fury. He explored her body with both hands, as she used hers to hold his head to her lips. The baby doll sleeper top she was wearing fit too snug to allow easy access, but the pantaloons were another matter. He dove into them full force, cupping her big butt cheeks. He explored the edges of her vagina from below, warm and wet and swollen.

"I'm going to get off on you now," she said into his mouth.

When they were done, they slowly unwound, until she again stood at his right hand side. "Please come with me," he begged.

Anna busied herself with adjusting the lay of her clothes, to work off the throes of her passion. "Sumimasen?" she asked with distraction. "What?"

"Walk Bumbles with me. Outside. I want to show you something."

"Oh! And that reminds me!"

Anna gave Hank a love swat on the shoulder before bounding back into Leanne's room. She returned with the shopping bag from the bazaar, wearing a smile as big as the moon.

"I have something for you!"

Hank thought about the awful shirts she'd been laughing at while shopping with Leanne, but what came out of the bag was beautiful—a light brown cashmere pullover, thick and warm and sculpted. Anna held it to his chest while dancing on her toes.

"Let me put it on you," she demanded.

Hank kept his robe shut. "Ahm… I'm naked in here."

"Yeah. Well, I kinda noticed. Dakara? And so?"

"Ah…"

Her eyes flitted toward Rio's room. "I bet she's seen you naked. Ka ne? Na?"

"Ah… maybe. I mean, yes."

With a huff, Anna threw the sweater at Hank before storming off. "Get dressed, Stud, and meet me by your car. I'm gonna park there so I don't get a ticket."

The Book of ABSTINENCE - Chapter NINE

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