Chapter Three
I was in prison. Wearing tattered clothes, my hair was a stringy mass of tangled red-hued curls that dangled down my face. I sat on cold bare stone feeling the chill creep into my bones. For a second time in a day, my consciousness shifted to another plane, perhaps a different planet, certainly another reality than my own. The body that bore my mind wasn’t even mine. Unlike the vision of myself on the beach as a voluptuous dark-skinned woman, this time I was more slender. My breasts were more gracious than my own, but not as large as my body on the beach. My hips were far broader, and my nose and lips were foreign to me. I couldn’t see my eyes. The only similarity to the Lily I know was the soreness between my legs from the savage screwing on the beach. My whole cr
