Chapter 9
“Mystic!” Paul yelled excitedly at Tomeka, who was sitting across from him.
The two had met for lunch to discuss their eventful nights, and to also continue discussing what was left to do to complete their playhouse of fantasies, which was in full swing, at least on paper.
“So, you have suddenly developed Tourette’s now?” Tomeka asked, laughing as she sipped her iced tea.
“Wha… no! Mystic Encounters… that is what we will call it!” Paul said excitedly, as if the word just hit him out of nowhere.
“Hmmm... Mystic… Encounters,” Tomeka repeated.
“I like that, it has a ring to it, a flare, and the encounters will definitely be mystic. With that said, I will start swirling around some ideas and get the business cards rolling. Now, tell me about your date last night,” Tomeka said,
