Chapter 44

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Three decades ago   In the dream (or was it a dream?), a warm wind swept across Alma's body, like fingertips grazing her flesh, kneading her breasts and thighs, caressing her moist crevices. Strange feelings took hold of her, an unexplainable passion. An invisible force seemed to beckon her. A phantom voice made sounds of pleasure, moaning low as she writhed about on her bed, recalling the joyous celebration of her twentieth birthday hours before with friends at the Mariner sea food restaurant. Far away, ritual drums could be heard, celebrating the night of the summer solstice. The primitive beat, the rhythmic pulsations made her blood race, her cunt to quiver. It was just past midnight, the house was very quiet. Alma suddenly became aware of voices in the room chanting, invoking the L

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