…Hurry back, my over. I will only wait for eternity….. ….Our notes have grown to something so much more, my love. Take me in your arms and tell ...e where you are taking me this time. My thoughts are of your words, my dreams are of your touch. Let me hold you, love you, experience you. Does my skin inflame you? Do my words build your desire? ….Can you sing to me? Strum my body like your instrument. The sound of you moving with me is a symphony. Find me, lover, for I am lost. Is this what love is?. It was sort of an adult version of musical chairs, except in this version the husbands were sitting in the chairs and the wives had to walk around and sit on the first lap available when the music stopped. It seemed tame enough, so Amy was a willing participant.The first time the music stopped, Amy found a seat and a woman by the name of Dawn was eliminated. A chair was removed, which happened to be mine. I later found out this was planned.The game continued, and Amy always managed to find a. “Gross,” Mandy said, “why would a woman have sex with a guy with another woman there.” “Because,” explained Mark, “look at the size of that guys dick. It’s like a foot long. Sluts will do anything to get fucked by a big dick.” Mandy said, “No way. Penis size isn’t that important.” “I don’t know about that,” Kate teased, “the only reason I started going out with Dan is cause he’s hung like a horse. There’s nothing better than being stuffed with a big cock.” Somehow the conversation was steered. Ilena had explained in their very first session that the therapist and her patient had to be suited for each other. It did not matter how good the therapist was if the necessary communication with the patient could not be established. And so their first hour together had mainly been spent educating Geeta about the process and what to expect.The second session had torn Geeta apart. She had not been prepared for the speed with which Ilena had broken through her defences. Indeed, it seemed Geeta.