"Relaxing around the patio table the next afternoon, the three young men were discussing music. William was interested in how Greg viewed his form of ...ervice while Doug was interested in how Greg's music differed from that heard on radios. Greg said, "I believe in mind music." What's that?" I believe that there are some songs that affect the way we think and act just by hearing them. I'm not talking about lyrics, but about pure music," Greg said."I don't understand," Doug said."Well, consider. If I could travel in time and revisit myself thirty years ago to warn myself about the future, I don't think I would even believe my own self. "Daddy," Charlotte whispered, biting her thin cherry lips. "Why don't you want me? I can satisfy your urges." Never in a million years would I have pictured my eighteen year old daughter tugging on the zipper of my dress pants. As she continued fighting against my refusal, her ice blue eyes sheepishly peered up at mine. A thin frown lined her face with. She enjoyed the sight of glowing farm kitchens, a farmer working on his truck, children playing on a porch, a shade-pulled bedroom. Occasionally a bright light would shine into the car, illuminating her blonde hair. When this would happen, she found herself looking at the dull-colored, old-fashioned ring on her right hand. An observer, had their been one, would have seen her serious expression. In the corridor outside her room, muffled voices came and went. As the panorama streamed past, she. ”“Ah, the hair trigger. Story of my life. And yours, incidentally.” That only caused a confused frown. This was a girl who had no experience with boys – not even talking to girlfriends who’d done it, by the sounds. Her sex education probably started and finished with readingWhere Did I Come From? Not that I’d even provided her that much. I felt very much a part of the problem.__“Princess, a guy doesn’t have to have sex to come. Sometimes it just happens when you touch it enough.” Sometimes –.