Estatic Trips

During the next year twelve women would take ecstasy once a month. Sometimes individually. Sometimes together. I usually ended up on a couch, covered in blankets with headphones on as I traveled. We would talk during the next week about our respective trips. We were close before the journeys, became very close during that year, then drifted apart.
I kept traveling. So did Deb-Ma.
Each woman's trip was unique. Some trips were terrifying. Some were funny. Some were touching. Mine were, unlike anyone else's, sequential. I would pick up the trip where I left off. Twelve chapters of a fantasy tale about Lilith, and apples and a polar bear called "Strength".