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216He chuckled. %u201cMy name in Mol, and yes, if I could, I most certainly would love to. But it is not possible. You are just not in the reality entirely as the one my physical self is living in. We live in different universes. I am your creator.%u201d%u201cYou are God?%u201d She asked.%u201cNo. I%u2019m just a creator. I don%u2019t think there is a God or Gods.%u201d He replied. %u201cWould you like me to give you a naughty gift?%u201d %u201cWhat do I need to do?%u201d she asked.%u201cNothing that you are not already doing,%u201d he replied.I should add, as a writer, that maybe I should be using first person here for Mol, rather than third person as though it were not me she was now talking to.%u201cYes. A gift would be lovely, thank you.%u201d%u201cThere. It%u2019s done. I have given you the power over pheromones that create so much lust in a man that he would do anything to have sex with whoever is radiating them. You can control the strength of it at will. You have the power over your own and, or, any other female in close proximity to you. I%u2019ll return you now.%u201dThe light faded and she woke up on the floor with Albert and Barbara knelt down beside her peering at her with concerned faces. %u201cAre you okay, Rachel? You passed out during orgasm,%u201d Albert said.She laughed. %u201cBest fucking orgasm I ever had. Did you remove it?%u201d%u201cThe needle?%u201d Rachel asked.Barbara nodded. %u201cYes. It%u2019s here in my hand.%u201d Barbara said and showed her. %u201cIt has left a large hole in the centre of your clitoris. But it will still work The Search For Consciousness