”“Exactly.”We reached her house and walked in. I put my stuff down and collapsed on the couch. Melanie went and got me a Coke and we sat there i... silence for several minutes.Melanie had hit the nail on the head. Everything I did to try to avoid hurting someone had the potential for doing exactly the thing I was trying to avoid. How could I resolve this? Was life destined to be like this? Hurting people you love even if you didn’t mean to and perhaps even if you did nothing wrong?Now I. You smile and squirm in your seat. It sends your mind into frenzy. You read it again and focus in on its content. Some parts almost make you blush. All of the sudden, the tones drop on the radio. You are sent down the street to an unknown problem. You close out your email and get up only to see your relief standing there. He offers to take the call and asks for the keys. You throw them at him and grab your stuff from the ambulance. You clock out as you watch them. I have denied them the pleasure of having sex for a long time, except with each other. I am going to use you to change that. In other words, you are going to have the pleasure of taking each and every one to bed and fucking her brains out. Are you up for it? Maybe I should say, is your cock up for it?" Then she laughed. "Mistress, may I have some sugar for my coffee, please?" I tried to act nonchalant about this news. I wondered if I would live through this. "You bastard! Trying to act like it. So I had her visualize she was standing on said beach she was to look around and find a long stick and when she found it she was to walk to where the water was lapping at the shore, I told her to write onto the sand whatever she felt was holding her back from being the type of person she wanted to be. She did this and I had her visualize a wave coming in and carrying what she wrote away as the water receded , that whatever it was is gone from her and to let the feeling of release and joy fill.