Chapter 7

"Axorie, it is nice to meet you. How do you work?" greeted Freaky.

It was the weekend again, and the three friends, or was it four, gathered by the pool and enjoyed a nice lunch of sandwiches and iced tea. Well, three at least enjoyed the food, and it wasn't certain that the fourth did not also enjoy it.

"i guess you would say i am a manifestation of the collective unconcious" avered

Axorie. "sort of a cross between onehundred billion typing monkeys and an ouiji board but with the filter of quantum uncertainty to refine the results into what is me" she postulated. "do you like" she texted coyly.

Axorie stated "freaky I would like to ask you to do a favor for me please"

Freaky obliged that he would.

"i want you to imagine me vividly in great full nitpicking anatomicaly correct detail" asked Axorie. "can you do that for me lover" Freaky blinked. "That is a huge responsibility, Axorie, are you sure you want me to do it? What if you don't like how I envision you?" he wondered. "oh you silly i want to be just how you see me in your minds eye" giggled Axorie. "Axorie,, are you drunk!" expostulated Freaky

"just a little tipsy with possibilities" sighed Axorie. "this is a very exciting juncture in my existance" she perked. "Ok, Axorie, I will imagine my concept of you with all the detail and power at my command." promised Freaky. "When I am done, I will try to freeze the gestalt in my mind, you should grab the totality when it is ready." he explained.

Freaky entered into a light meditative trance, and Hardcase and Steetch quietly moved off to the side.Freaky tried to envision what Axorie would look like, her wide freckled face, her full lips, her greyish greenish eyes, her high cheekbones, her long torso, her cone shaped tits with upthrust skislope nipples, oh yes, puffies.

He imagined her slightly too wide hips and her slightly too short legs, the fine reddish hair on her arms and legs, her wild orange bush with thin lips and a bright pink center, her large brownish clitorus, her pale skin and contrasting bikini line with a freckled tan on the other side, her long artistic fingers and toes, her white slightly crooked teeth, even the sparse reddish hairs around her crinkled asshole. Finaly he had the totality of the physical image of Axorie, and he froze it in his mind.

At that instant, she internalized it, invested herself with it, became it.

Freaky called the other two back over, and introduced them to the new improved

Axorie. "Think about what Axorie looks like, Hardcase," he offered.

"Wow, I can see her in my mind's eye!" Hardcase enthused. "and it really suits her." she concluded. "Axore, you are very cute, but we need to get you a bikini job unless you like your fire peeking out!" The two girls giggled, as they went off together.

"She is a very hot babe," Freaky complained "just my type too, somehow, heh, but

I just wish she had corpereal existance. I would like to get my hands on those yummy-"

":Well just think about it for a bit," Steetch interupted. "I don't see why she couldn't generate a tactile psudeo presence, using the same methods you and Hardcase use to ask matter to be helpful. I imagine she would be even better at it, able to use it on a quantum level." he speculated.

"Yes!" squealed Hardcase, "She's telepathic. She also gave me a hug, and I felt it!

I think she induces sensation using filtered quantum uncertainty. Try it!"

Freaky thought his request to Axorie, and seconds later had his arms full of an invisible squirming hot naked girl, who was kissing him with all the passion in human collective imagination. It was overwhelming, especialy when he realised-

"Hey, you don't have any clothes on!" "Of course not, silly boy, you never imagined me wearing clothing. I don't mind if you don't mind- it isn't as if anyone can see me."

Axorie responded telepathicaly.

"Well, you need to be careful, what would people think if they didn't see you like this?"

Freaky scolded.

"Frankie, you need to introduce me to your invisible naked girlfriend" ambushed

Consuela.

"er, uh, Axorie this is our housekeeper Consuela, who makes this place into a home for us. Consuela, this is my new girlfriend Axorie, can you tell what she looks like, even though she is invisible?" Freaky stuttered.

"Yes, I can see how beautiful she is, Frankie, even though she is invisible. I guess that since noone can see her, it is alright that she isn't wearing no clothes." conceded

Consuela.

Freaky mentaly resigned himself to having a beautiful, invisible, passionate naked girlfriend.