He is somewhat frustrated that Emma especially would not answer any of the questions, which were to be a starting place for discussion between her and...Donald.Donald is fully aware of Emma’s struggling right now. He is not exactly sure why, but he knows he needs to get her out of there quickly before she becomes unhinged. He has never seen her like this before. Taking their leave, Donald hurries her to the car and leaves the church. Emma says nothing at first, but then blurts out, “Donald,. The room itself resembles a makeshift dungeon. An array of whips, crops and an arsenal of other devices, some completely foreign to you, hang neatly on one wall. You've leafed through plenty of adult publications in your day to know that this young beauty is obviously a submissive or 'slave', and in the process of being disciplined. Her ice-blue eyes seem glassy and tired, yet there's also a look of intensity and defiance in them that draws you in like a moth to the flame. Whoever left her down. I had been lucky to have such a wonderful man take my virginity and teach me things I needed to learn as I transitioned from being a “girl” into becoming a “woman”. He deserved a final memory, a final fuck. Forces of nature I was still learning about were tearing at my young heart: the force of the closer cold moon was competing with the warm but distant sun. My world was tilting on its emotional axis. Where sun and warmth had reigned now cold and darkness had arrived with creeping unsettled. ”The soft voice jolted me out of the brief illusion I had held myself in. I jerked forward in my seat, having thought everyone left. I opened my eyes to see John standing in front of my desk, holding his books against his side in his right hand. I could feel my eyes widen in surprise. Trying to cover my surprise, as well as my anguish, I began, “John, what are you still doing here?”“I just wanted to apologize,” he began, then paused. I was too confused by this statement to let him continue.