Jenny Mac bought herself a pot plant for her apartment. She brought it home and placed the plant in pride of place. It seemed to fit in with her new life in Edinburgh.

She enjoyed the privacy of her having her very own place to live her life. It all belonged to her. It was her home and safe place.

The new pot plant also seemed to feel at home with Jenny Mac.

She undressed and wandered around her safe place, running her fingers across the walls and furniture, touching her things and her own body. She teased to please herself.

She returned to the pot plant, touched and caressed its leaves, and smelled the perfume of its flowers. It had a sensual and erotic spice to her senses, and she found it an erotic experience.

She decided to fill her life with the perfume of flowers. She would enjoy her new life by encouraging other new life in her apartment. She would invite the world’s flowers to come and live with her.

Surely nothing could be so romantic or unique as enjoying a beautiful world and lifestyle by sharing it with others life. Plants, flowers and people too. Friendships and lifestyles could mingle and produce a new and perfect world.

This made Jenny Mac feel at peace with herself and the world in which she lived.