“And I was to be a preacher,” she said, adjusting the position of her head on his chest.

“I was rather good at it too, everyone was so thirsty for my touch, the emotional touch. They were so malleable, and I, so good at emotional welding, being extraordinarily empathetic.”

He raised an eyebrow slightly, as if in scepticism. Her metaphor was ridiculous.

“What? You don’t think I am empathetic?” She asked, slightly hurt. “Come, let me touch you and prove it to you.”

She lifted herself, so she is now raised against his chest. Cupping his face with both hands, she gazed intently into his eyes.

“I feel… a strong urge in you, a drive… the driving force of your life,” she closed her eyes in concentration. “It’s always been there, this strong great desire…”

“And I can feel it strongly now, I share it with you… I can feel it coursing through my veins this very moment, your… lust!”

She laughed and tore his robes in mock sexual frenzy as they rolled on the bed in a passionate kiss amidst their laughters.