Definition: A paradigm shift is a change from one way of thinking to another. It's a revolution, a transformation, a sort of metamorphosis. It does not just happen, but rather it is driven by agents of change. (Thomas S. Kuhn.)
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Chapter 1
I remember, when I was a young girl, being on a tour of a cave. The tour guide did the same thing that every cave guide does when they get the tour down deep inside of the cave. He gathered us all together and turned off the lights. Absolute dark. The absence of any light what so ever. You could not see your hand, though it was right in front of your eyes. Everyone who has ever had that experience knows exactly what I am talking about.
This darkness was darker than that. It had a texture to it. I thought I could feel it. It was as if I was swimming in darkness. I tried consciously opening and closing my eyes, but just as in that dark cave, there was no difference. Right at the edge of my perception, I could hear a sound. It was so soft and so low in tone that I questioned if I was hearing it at all. It was rhythmic, but not singing, more like chanting. I had purposely closed my eyes in order to concentrate on the sound.
Not that it should have made any difference in the complete absence of light, but that is what I always did when I was attempting to focus on a thought or sound. Shortly, I perceived that there must be a light shining on me, as I could see redness through my closed eyelids. I opened them.
I was standing in the middle of a long corridor. Everything was brilliant white. It was so bright that it made it somewhat hard to see anything. It also seemed that everything was not in focus. Like one of those romantic movies where all the sex scenes are shot through gauze. It was hard to make out details.
After a short time, my eyes seemed to adjust a little better to the brilliance of the light. I could see that along both sides of the hallway, columns projected from the walls. Not the free standing type of column that was actually intended to hold something up. No, these were really just a rectangular structures that were intended to give some privacy to the door that was located between any two of them. They formed a little alcove.
You couldn't see the door unless you were practically standing in front of it. If people were standing close to the door, you would never see them until you were right there. As you looked down the hall, they would be hidden by the columns.
I thought my vision was clearing a little more, but everything remained in soft focus. I looked to my right and saw two women standing close together. They were wearing beautiful white dresses that looked like something from an earlier age. They were of a simple, coarse weave, with skirts that reached the floor. They were holding each other close, gently caressing each other's face.
Then one leaned in closer to the other and gently kissed the other. It was soft and sensual, but it soon grew more passionate. Lips pressed more firmly, tongues lightly exchanged, now more intensely, until those kisses became hard and demanding.
The "blouse" part of the dresses they were wearing were split from neck to waist. It didn't fail to cover, but they could not be securely closed. It lacked any means to do so. The effect was that very quickly hand to breast contact could be established. Or the folds could be drawn back to bare a delicious nipple for licking or sucking.
The "skirt" of the dress was of similar construction. It was split from floor to waist. It also afforded easy, unlimited access to hand or mouth. If not for the band at the waist of the dress, it would not hold together at all. In considering how they were dressed, I came to see that I was dressed in exactly the same kind of garment.
There was something odd about the two of them. They looked like an older and younger version of each other. Not an exact image, but there was a strong resemblance to their features. I suddenly realized what I was looking at. They were mother and daughter! It looked as if they were preparing to have sex with each other and...and...I knew them!
This was Pauline Duncan and her daughter Cindy. They went to my church. Cindy had been a classmate of my own daughter, Linda. Pauline was close to my age. What were they doing? Pauline's hand slipped inside of Cindy's dress and was squeezing her breast. The forefinger and thumb were rolling her daughter's nipple, stretching and teasing it. Cindy moaned. Her hand reached through the opening in the skirt and cupped her mother's sex. She was slowly pressing in and then withdrawing a finger from that pussy.
Pauline placed her other hand on the knob of the door and started turning to open it. The door was painted red and there was a large sign attached to it. It looked like one of those industrial safety signs and it read, "WARNING! DO NOT ENTER!" Pauline had no regard for its message as she pushed the door open. I have no idea how I knew, but I realized that the door was constructed in such a way as that once it was opened, it could never be closed again.
As the door swung wide I could see into the room. There was a large inviting bed with the covers turned down. There were other people in the room. Pauline's husband sat in an armchair at the foot of the bed. His arms and legs were tied to the chair. His mouth was gagged. On the bed was an older gentleman, who at first looked like he was very short, but standing. Then I realized that he was on his knees. His body stood erect as did an impressive cock jutting out from between his thighs. He was slowly stroking it. Although I had never met him, I knew that this was Pauline's father.
"That's right Pauline. Bring her through the door. Bring her to our bed."
"Cindy, did your mother ever tell you the truth about who is your real daddy? Certainly not this worthless slug I married her off to. No, Cindy, I am the one who impregnated her. I am your father."
"Pauline! Bring your sister/daughter to our bed and fuck her. Get her ready for me. I'm going to use her to make another just like her."
I backed away in horror and slammed into the opposite wall. I was startled to see that I was right next to another pair of women who were also in the throes of Sapphic lust. Oh my God! I knew them also. It was Donna from the PTA. Her daughter Leigh had graduated and was now a freshmen at college.
Donna was glassy eyed, hands at her side, passive. Leigh had pushed aside the fold of cloth covering Donna's breast. She was vigorously licking and sucking her mother's nipple. Leigh's hand was reaching to open the door. The same warning sign was on their door as was on Pauline and Cindy's.
"Let's go in Mom. You're going to love it."
I didn't wait to see what was on the other side of that door. I didn't want to know. I moved, running down the hall. I couldn't take this. My brain was overloaded with the shocking revelations about things I never could have never imagined.
My vision had cleared all together and I could now see with sharp focus. As I passed doorways, I could see that some of them were opened. Others were still closed with couples kissing and groping and sucking in the alcove. All of the doors carried the same warning.
With some of the couples, one or the other was kneeling with tongue buried in the other's cunt. There were only women in the alcoves. In the rooms, every kind of sex, lesbian or otherwise, was taking place.
A fair number of the women I saw were not clothed in the dresses. Some wore more masculine clothing. Sometimes it was the daughter, sometimes the mother, occasionally both. I assumed that these were dominant/submissive couplings.
I could not help myself from looking. Part of me did not want to, but obviously another part wanted to very much. If you had asked me, I would have denied any attraction at all to what I was seeing. But I realized that could not be true because, after all, here I was looking. Not looking really, gawking was more like it.
I slowed down and began to really notice the people. I was amazed at how many of them I knew. Some of them were friends of mine, people I thought I knew well. Obviously I did not know them as well as I thought, if they were keeping secrets like this.
