"Who... who are you? What's going on, and... why me?" He expected thelast to be the question that would prompt the explanation he was lookingfor, but ...s her eyes fluttered open and she delivered the answers, stillin a daze, he discovered it was in fact the second that would reveal all.And reveal all she did.With the need for only a few follow-up questions on specifics, shedetailed the whole affair, from the beginning of Joel's experiments withdemons to the end of their lovemaking only moments. When the wave of heat hit my brain I couldn’t resist anymore, lunging at the bright red lips. Mary responded with more force catching me in the middle and carrying me backward over the chair and into the freshly mowed grass of the yard. A distant cat call momentarily broke the passionate moment and then faded into the white noise of pounding blood.Mary had been my desire for years that I couldn’t accept the reality of the moment and instead let my imagination carry me further away into fantasy.. The same success rate was the goal of the MISS BEHAVIOR MODIFICATION ACADEMY. The only thing they needed to implement the program was state support. Now that they had the plan, they needed to find someone high up in the state criminal justice department to champion their cause. The need to pass new regulations and rules to allow the MISS BEHAVIOR MODIFICATION ACADEMY to do it's job was a prerequisite. The guidelines for sentencing offenders to the facility had to include that parental rights. Momma raised me to be a traditional girl. That meant a guy had to earn his reward. And with the threat of AIDS and all the other sexually transmitted diseases going around these days, the passage of time only served to increase the sensibility of her advice.Now don't get me wrong! I'm not one of those fridged Catholic girls that Billy Joel sings about either; the type that remain virgin until marriage. I'm proud to admit I've had sex with a half-dozen guys over the years, and I really enjoyed.