. You've been having these dreams for three weeks by now?" the doctor lifted an eyebrow at you, you nod in response. "Say, is it correct that you've b...en dreaming of a demonic presence every night since the first day you've moved in. That is your complaint, correct?" "Yes," you replied. The doctor scribbled something on a piece of paper atop of the table between him and you, then he looked back up, eyes landing on yours. "Well, would you mind telling me more about it?" he rested his chin on his. My father was no stranger to my body. I sunbathe nude, and we rarely wear suits in the pool, even when we have guests. In our sauna, where we often have visitors, no one uses towels for modesty, only to protect their bodies from the heat of the stove. But in that restaurant, as our meal came, I used my body in ways my father had never seen. They were ways I had never used. With my girlfriends, no pretense was ever needed. I had watched my mother for years though, and copied the grace she used. She cared for nothing but herself and her sexual bliss.The initial remorse and guilt she had felt at betraying her husband were now turning into adoration and contemplation of a more sexually powerful man. Too much time had she spent with a sexually inadequate and insignificant man; so many emotions and sensations had been denied to her as a woman! Now she was at the point of no return.It would be pointless and vain to pretend that their encounter was a one-night stand. This young African man. She observed he carried a laptop, and through her own investigating, learned he worked with a law firm that had an office on her floor. Both were busy professionals, leaving little or no time for social lives, and in a few weeks, each realized they looked for one another in the building. So it was that night. He had stayed late to finish a report, and noticed the light was on in her company’s office lobby. He hesitated only a moment, then strolled down the hall and pushed open the door, setting.