Some people use the psychoanalyst Freud's point of view to explain that this story describes the self that defeats me. Others believe that it is a sym...ol of the relationship between men and women. Inevitably, this story has become a tool for instilling into people's sexual ethics that conform to the structure of the times. The storyteller conspires to manipulate both the consciousness and the subconscious, and the story implies that women seduce men, men **** virgins, or young girls are young. "Be no treasure up on the roof!" Kargh snorted."There could be plenty of rooms up there, from the shape of the building," Baysil argued. "I think we should look them over."His views prevailed and they approached the stair, a spiral of projecting stones set into a slender pillar with no railing to keep an unwary climber from falling. They climbed silently, listening as they went. Kargh heard nothing, but as Bartan reached a point halfway to the ceiling he stumbled."Watch it!" Anji shouted. "Grab. They sold the house, Rosie and Bea moved in with John and Melissa, Steve and Georgie moved north, away from the gossip and dirty looks that come with a small-town scandal. Sheila hadnt been heard from since, although there were rumours which didnt paint her in a very flattering light. Beatrice sent an invitation to Steve for John and Rosies upcoming nuptials, Steve declined, sending her an invitation for his and Georgies the month after. She didnt turn up, he supposed her mother had told her. My Dark Passenger wanted me to fuck her now. But I controlled myself and took a deep breath. I walked to Emily's bedroom door, closed and locked it. I went over to her bedroom window and almost closed it, leaving it open a little. I closed her curtains next. Now to deal with her body. I went over to her body and started removing her clothing. First her shirt, then her pajamas, and then her panties. I opened my back-pack and took out my rope. I tied Emily's hands to the top bedposts, and her.