<ul><span style="font-family: new times roman;"><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #404040">The woman could not see it. She could only feel it. It had no physical form, nor was it made of mist or foam. It was not cold, nor was it warm. <br/><br/>It slithered under the door, through the cracks of the windows. It advanced towards the dizzy female. Airy, it inhabited her space, and distributed itself throughout the room. Now a flame-hot air undulated around Millicient's neck, nuzzled her ears; teased her lips and glissaded slowly along her neck, her delicate shoulders. <br/><br/>A caress; an embrace, you call it what you want but it was there to drain-dry her fears. <span style="font-weight: bold">If she would allow it</span>, It would find a way to slither itself under her garments, slowly connecting with her flesh and impale itself through her body. It stayed there for a while, electrifying, sizzling, then skittered up her spine.<br/><br/>And for an instant, it painfully wished it had a physical form to it.</span></span></span></ul>