Her demands for my attention, her forthcoming attitude...and I turned away.

Lost, confused, thinking, "What is my role here?"

Am I her mentor, her guide? Then why is it, that when I see her, I feel...helpless?

I wanted to hold her to me, to enslave her, and to be...enslaved.

Since then, we have met in social surroundings, unable to speak of what is hidden within our souls.

But since then, last week...

She turned to my outstretched arms, and now...

Like fire and benzine, we are consumed by flames of passion.

Oh, I think I said too much!

Will this torrid state of affairs continue?

Come by and see...