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surprise, then what?”
    Kate squirmed. “I’m not certain I know what you mean,” she temporized, extremely uncomfortable with the idea of discussing his collection.
    “Be blunt,” he persisted.
    “Do penises really get that large?” Kate finally blurted. So much for the cool, contained persona she wanted to project. She met his eyes and ignored the flush in her cheeks and warmth in her abdomen.
    “Does size really matter?” he asked quietly.
    Oh shit, now what? That’s one of those trick questions, like when a woman asks if she looks fat. Kate was quiet for a moment, getting more uncomfortable by the minute. “Depends upon the man,” she prevaricated.
    “Explain,” he commanded as he walked back to his desk.
    She’d heard that command too many times today. She fought off the urge to give him an answer. Instead, she said, “My personal sex life is not at issue here. Are we done?”
    “Just a few more questions. What clan are you? What family?”
    “Pardon? What are you talking about?”
    “You’re clan or we wouldn’t be sharing visions. You must know that.”
    “Sharing visions? You’re responsible for those horrifying things I’ve been seeing? How could you do that?”
    “Our genetics are tied. Are you telling me you seriously don’t know that?”
    “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
    “Tell me about your family.”
    “My family is none of your business. I’m tired. Are we done here?” Michael stared at Kate and she felt herself start to slip into another vision. “Stop it!” Kate stood. “That’s enough! I don’t know what you’re doing or what you’re talking about but I’ve had enough for today.”
    A stray ray of light reflected from his eyes and Kate had the impression that he was laughing at her discomfort. Kate wanted to cringe but she held still.
    He moved toward the armoire. “This collection reflects my family’s interest in exploring all aspects of sexuality. We like pleasuring women,” he calmly stated. “I’ve found that some women do care about size and while I’m not small, neither am I quite as large as this one.” He pointed to a penis that was three inches across and over a foot long. “Some women like wide penises. Other women like length. Some like both. And of course, I’m only one man, but some women like all their holes filled at the same time.” He paused. “Even the really large ones have their uses. Some women like their pleasure with a little pain. They seem to find the pleasure/pain contrast an incredible turn-on.”
    Michael took out a huge crystal penis. “You would think this would hurt, wouldn’t you?” he asked conversationally. “Yet, with a couple of hours of stimulation, this will fit into a vagina…of course, I have to be careful, otherwise the vagina rips…not a good thing, thus the length of time.” He turned and put the statue back into the case before he moved to stand facing Kate.
    Kate flinched when he made a fist in front of her face.
    “Some women prefer to be fisted. Have you ever heard of fisting?”
    She shook her head, feeling like the proverbial deer pinned in the headlights of his eyes. How should she respond?
    He smiled, as if Kate’s confusion pleased him. “Fisting is the practice of putting an entire fist into the vagina or the anus, if that’s your preference.” He stared intensely into her eyes. “It takes hours of vaginal stimulation. My fist is so large that less time simply will not allow the vagina to stretch enough to accommodate me.”
    His words painted erotic images in Kate’s head. This couldn’t be happening. Michael’s blunt approach left her head swimming and her body hot. She felt his gaze as his eyes moved down her body. Did he know what his words were doing to her equilibrium? Anger, lust, fear and interest warred in her mind, while her body had no such dilemma. Her body wanted this man to take her in every primitive way he could. He was mesmerizing. Fighting off his spell,