Sweat sits at your temples as you hang in midair, suspended above the ground. Naked. Unsteady.
Your brain swivels as you stare ahead. Frost’s eyes squint in concentration as he makes a few adjustments to the interface, ignoring your struggle to take in his latest command.
A new picture appears on the monitor; two identical red dots on either side of a larger blue dot, dashed lines a few inches behind each of them.
At the same time you speculate, Frost says, “The dots depict each Kegel’s motions in real time.”
You see the right red dot jerking toward the blue circle in time with the pendulum while the one on the left remains stationary.
He steps back, raising the pointer between both of you again. You tense up, your eyes darting between him and the device. You stare at it as if it’s a snake, following it warily.
It stops on you, now aimed at your belly. You instantly recall he’d done the same thing to the pendulum. Before you can fully form the thought, intense buzzing between your legs forces a surprised yelp from your lips, like a ladybug preparing to take flight. Your hips jump involuntarily, jolting your face forward and then back, your thighs straining within their confines. At the same time, you quickly remember what he’d told you just moments before.
Don’t break your bond.