When I had first proposed to videotape not just my interviews with my subjects, both dommes and their clients, but the sessions between them as well, ... was met with strong resistance from the IRB. As one old biddy from the English Department said, "I am not going to be a party to allowing a professor at our university to create blue movies." Yes, she actually said "blue movies," like it was the 1960s or something. But nothing I could do would convince them to allow me to videotape the sessions,. "Come in Peter, what can I do foryou?" My wife said only looking up briefly as she was signing some papers as I knocked before being given the okay to come in. I explained what Tina told me. "Leave it there, I'll take care of it. You can rest assured, I know your money was safely deposited in my account. In the mean time, I'll give you an allowance of $5 a day, or $30 a week until we get it straighten out. OK?" Er, Paula, I-I mean Ms. Morris, I'd like to have enough to at least pay the. Maybe the shyness was a front? I dont know, but with that she pulled me on top of her and we started to kiss, she immediately put her hands im my shirt and undid my bra, demanding that I take of my shirt. She was in control, I'm guessing she had dreamed about what she'd do to me if she had the opportunity, and now she was living out what she had probably rehearsed in her head for months. It was cute, so I let her. She pushed me flat on my back in the couch we had been sitting quietly only. Anyway it was finally decided that while I was a worrisome old biddy and a hypocrite (although the kind of hypocrite they approved of) the situation with Rachael, Mac and Faolain was more for the good than the bad so long as her attention didn't wander and the two boys could keep from killing each other. The consensus, four to one, was that my understanding was neither needed nor important. The fact that I was the boys' supervisor and directly responsible for any fallout if/when any explosion.