‘Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to startle you.’ A woman, 30ish, was just sitting down one seat to his left. The woman looked at him and smiled...softly. Her chestnut-colored hair dangled in delicate curls about her round face, and her deep brown eyes suggested warmth and compassion. Her smile was small, as if her lips refused to give in completely to the thought. Jackson sensed the woman was only being polite, and quickly responded to her apology. ‘Oh no, it’s alright. I’ve actually seen the. The following afternoon we arrived in Sacramento. I had been given instructions to report to the Three Cs office there.Little did I know there were two other young guys on the train also bound for the Three Cs Camp. We were taken by truck to a rustic encampment somewhere in the mountains. The three-hour truck ride gave the three of us a chance to get acquainted. I introduced myself as Raymond Moore from Grove City, Ohio. One guy was named Cyrus Fields from Gahanna, the other was Bruce Gordon. She was looking into mine, trust written in hers, expressing her love for me. She stretched slightly, feline-like, bringing her arms up to push her elbows into the soft sand below her towel, arching her back, rotating her pelvis, one continuous and smooth movement that displayed how the hours in the gym had not been wasted. Her natural grace always seduced me, turning our intimacy into sexual ballet.As she continued her stretch I relaxed my arm, my finger moving with her, held in this tight. I knew he'll do it to please me. I knew he'd learneverything the course could teach him, especially how to enhancehis appearance, and not only his own but mine. How to become notonly his own personal beautician but mine as well. Now unaccountably, that I found thrilling! Let him feel he'smaking up for his earlier neglect by attending me hand and foot. Let him set my hair whenever I want to look especially nice, andlet him do my nails whenever he does his own. Let him keep up withthe latest.