Five times a day for forty-nine days was two hundred forty-five times she’d performed Exercise One, reciting from paper at first, but later by rote ...s the words etched themselves into her mind. The other exercises were pretty deeply ingrained too, some moreso than others (Jessica hadn’t even memorized Exercise Forty-Seven yet) but Exercise One felt as natural as breathing. She had a tiny cut on her lip from where she’d bitten it fifteen times in the last three days to avoid Exercise One.. “What feels do good?” I asked.“What you’re doing,” she replied. “Don’t stop.”I slipped my hands down each of her arms and wrapped arms around her, tightly squeezing her in a bear hug.“Oh, you are soooo good,” she breathlessly replied, as I slipped my hands down her sides and gently massaged her hips, slowly repositioning her on my lap.“I think someone’s getting a bit excited,” she whispered as the obvious became more apparent.“I’m sorry,” I apologized.“I’m not,” she replied, slipping her hands. It felt like the world was closing in on me. Iwas drowning in a sea of sawdust. Finally, lunch time arrived. I was fartoo upset to eat. I got on my bike and peddled a few blocks away and hada smoke. What the hell was I going to do? Somehow, the nicotine gave me the buzz that I needed to get through therest of the day. Still, I gave more than a few glances to the clock onthe wall. I stayed an extra ten minutes - I owed Mr. Ferris that much.There was no way I'd be working on Aunt Viv's jewelry. I did not react for a few seconds. Then I pushed him away from me. Ali and his friends were shocked to see my reaction. One of the wives came to me and asked me if Ali and I had any problem. I told her everything was alright. There was no problem.” At that point Arpi stopped and looked at me. This was the first time; she talked about anyone else kissing her. She wanted to feel me for my reaction. I was terribly aroused and eager to hear what was to follow.I saw remorse and sadness creeping up.