Chapter 6
But Thorn was wrong.
The days that followed saw her falling into a routine. The alarm clock woke her for breakfast at seven, and her day was spent learning as much as she could about her benefactor. He never came down for meals and she never saw him, except as part of some fleeting shadow.
But her nights were full of misty appearances until the night when she felt herself being gently lifted into The Land of Erotic Dreams. She stood surrounded by a blue heaven with white mist swirling about her. White crenellated columns soared upward into an open heaven, garden walls that bowed and curved, surrounded unbelievable beauty that lay beyond ornate arches. There were staircases climbing high into the misty atmosphere, floating rooms, mirrors that reflected eternity, and endless cor
