I was scared.
fuck I really was. when she reached out and her hands penetrated my outer layer I felt this sudden grip of fear
her head was turned away and her eyes were fixed on a point in the distance ...
as usual ...
as always when we talk
it felt like as if she held my stomach in palms of her hands ... just for a short while ... and then she moved gently backwards shaking her head as she always does
she smiled gently talking about some sad experience from her past
I can't tell how real the transmission was but I didn't want to break the connection
I think I stopped caring at that point ...
later I was told I passed out which is why the pilot shocked me out
I still have the scars on my neck where the skin was burnt by electric charge
I look at them in the mirror everyday
