Burn My Soul Part 1 by Holly Newhouse Page B

down the front of his body. I pout knowing sex is off the menu until I give him some answers.
    I sigh deeply as the throbbing and aching between my legs intensifies with him right here in my bedroom, where I've always dreamed of having him. It's just my luck that all he wants at the moment, is to talk about my decor for pete's sake!
    "The symbols came to me in dreams. The decor is all from Cairo, Egypt. I designed the bed and in tables myself from dreams and had them hand crafted in Cairo and shipped here. As far as I can tell from former classes at the local college, the symbols are from the Order of Ra-Amun and his family that I dream of." I say kindly, hoping that's the end of it and he won't leave me all revved up any longer.
    "I....it's the last thing you should remember. Those symbols are from your human life." He whispers, falling back into my black wing back sitting chair. The look of pure shock and disbelief on his face completely kills the mood, even as it scares me.
    "What is the large tattoo on your back, I saw it briefly tonight."
    "It's the same symbols." I say and turn around as I move my hair over my shoulder and hear him gasp.
    "Jinny, I..."
    "Franklin....Shhh....leave the past for tomorrow. Please just be with me in the present....here and now." I whisper, then feel a soul deep chill as I feel a memory coming on...
    I suddenly see Franklin in my mind. He's sitting and leaning against something stone. He's broken, so broken , not able to ever be fixed again. The dream ends as quickly as it started. I don't realize Senefru, er, Franklin is shaking my shoulders, his face full of fear from whatever he sees in mine.
    "Huh? What's wrong hon? You can stop shaking me now." I manage to get out as the shaking slowly ceases and then stops. His face is as red yet his eyes are full of fear.
    "You went into a trance and I couldn't reach you no matter what I did. You just scared ten years off my life, woman!" His voice is pitched higher than normal letting me know just how much I scared him.
    "I, it was just a memory, I think...." I whisper at the same time I realize tears are falling from my eyes.
    "Do you remember what it was? It must have been powerful and devastating both, to have you crying like this."
    "It was horrible. It was, um, it was of you but, I wasn't in it this time. It felt....different."
    "Please tell me..." He sits down again, placing his face in his hands and sighs deeply.
    "I'd rather not."
    "Please Jenny, Just....tell me." He imagines the worst, and he's not far off.
    "The dream was of you yet different looking. You had on what looked like a white robe thingy. It was covered in so much blood along with your face and arms. You were sitting on a stone floor of sorts and leaning against a stone box of some kind and you were....well, broken." I say with a tremor in my voice. I'm unaware that while I was speaking, the memory played like a movie in my head and he was watching it.
    "There's no way you could have seen that. I just don't understand. How could you?" He whispers to himself, so I don't feel the need to answer. I know I have to take his mind out of whatever dark place it has sunk into.
    I walk over and stand before him. Shyly, I bend over and grab the hem of my dress. Ever so slowly and as seductively as I can manage, I slide it upward over my body, showing each new piece of my body as if it's a gift for him and him alone.
    Senefru, as I know him, hating the name Franklin, slowly lifts his head from his hands. He sits back and his hands grip the arms of the chair so tightly they turn white.
    He gasps and I see his breathing speed up, his eyes once again turn into a dark crimson color. It turns me on and makes me feel sexy and desirable, helping me overcome my shyness.
    I continue to slide my dress upward over my hips, baring my thong panties, my stomach, my breasts, and finally slide it up off my head and throw it to the side.
    I stand there in only my sexy thong underwear, garter belt, pantyhose