I don’t know how to explain it. I don’t know if there is an explanation for it. It’s in here.” She placed both hands below her breasts then co...tinued, “And in here.” This time she placed a hand over her crotch.“So you feel different sexually?” “Yes, but that doesn’t adequately explain it. I am starting to feel attached, emotionally attached. It’s only been a week but if you told me you weren’t coming back again I would feel… I don’t know, perhaps depressed.”“Ken must have detected how you. "'kay. Brad was messin' with her head."Seeger frowned. "I beg your pardon?" See? Toldya, Mr. Seeger." Are you telling me he was ... playing some sort of psychological trick on her?" It was clear from his voice that he certainly did not consider the likes of Brad intellectual enough to accomplish such a thing.Richie shook his head. "Nope. He was really gettin' into her head. Y'know, like hypnosis. Mind control. That sorta thing."Seeger stared at him. "Mind control." Yep. Weird, ain't. Oh, it felt good!Was I becoming a slut? Here I was in the school lunchroom, being masturbated by my boyfriend! Since the homecoming dance I was like a kid with a new toy! I hadn't known how good sex could feel until that Saturday night with Carl.Now I wanted to feel those delicious waves of ecstasy again and again, as often as possible. I don't know how many times I had masturbated since then, by myself! Carl and I had gone to the movies again, twice, and necked and petted up a storm then and. My next plan was to get a job and find a place to stay, but found out I had to prove to the authorities I had three hundred dollars in order to stay in the country and get working papers. I was broke and so that plan was shattered. My next plan was to see what would happen, which is not really a plan. So there I was down and out in Copenhagen, taking one day at a time. I had learned that the best thing to do when you’re a stranger in a strange land is to keep going to the same café or bar and.