The Special Mirror in Wonderlust Beautiful beginnings in a romance. How could they begin when they were already so far into the past? The inevitable law of attraction. It was like waiting for the next page in the journal to unfold. She had already tasted the best of him. Anticipation. This was certainly not a one night stand on her bedside table. She had made a decision to move past her inhibitions even if it meant waking up to good morning heartache. She turned towards the floor lassoed in his roping, tattooed in ink. Her skin was on fire, burning with ink and his tools of S E X. It was the tat of Tit for tat, pleasure for pleasure, and the tandrum of a junky. (Stooge's recaps it with a bit of humor.) Before my eyes when the ice had broken away, this man had smuggled in the most addictive compound we ladies know, more ounce than he could throw