"No, oh no!" I cried, frantically trying to lift the beam and freeEloise.It would not budge.I've re-run those events in my mind over and over in the m...nths since,obsessively worrying at them, trying to find if there was anything Icould've done differently after touching the medallion, but God help methere isn't."Will you be okay now?" asked Carol, still stroking my hair.I'm not sure I'll ever be okay again, but I nodded: no point burdeningher further. She had enough on her plate already. Carol. The text message and the picture came, followed by a list showing theemails of my friends and family members. My mother's email address wasthe last straw. I typed back, "Yes, Sir. What would you like me to do?"By 4:10am I was back in my bathroom, with my enema bottle flowing into myass. "Master John," as I was instructed to call him from now on explainedthat I would wake every morning at 4am and clean myself out so that Iwould be ready to serve Master and his friends. Master John explainedthat. I placed the sponge on the spot where is Adam’s apple met his collar. I remembered he had a ‘thing’ about his nipples being touched, which I thought was a shame because I wanted nothing more than to lick them, slowly taste them on my tongue, feel their hardness. I desperately wanted to linger first on one then the other as he had done to me. Clearing those thoughts from my head I maneuvered the sponge down his well-defined, nearly hairless torso, between his delightfully dime-sized dark brown. Such a design worked well in a Mediterranean climate, thought Thompson, but it would make moving through the hallways very uncomfortable once summer ended.He was to be taken to "this temple's Superior," Calista had said. So Calista was not the Superior in Toronto. Yet she was striding freely through the temple's halls, and giving orders. Thompson wondered what this meant, but he had too little experience with temple life to speculate in a useful way. He stopped just in time to avoid bumping.