I taste the sweetness of your lips…then take your hand and lead you to the blanket… I watch your face as you look around…taking it all in. I see...the candles sparkle in your eyes…a small smile playing on your lips… I slowly bring my hands to your face…cupping your cheeks gently and kiss you again…this time I take your lower lip and nibble softly…I run my tongue along your lips…prying them open…as I slide my tongue into your mouth…rolling it around with your tongue…softly…slowly…drawing it softly. I will give you to others to fuck you as they want sometimes. I will even sell your body like a whore and make videos of you degrading yourself and then sell them for profit. Because you are nothing to me but a piece of furniture that I can fuck. And one day, when I've grown bored, I'll send you away. And that will be the end of it."He turned and gestured to the camera."I will send this tape to your family and your friends. I will send it to your schoolmates and coworkers. I will post it online. Woh mom ko apni taraf kheechta hai aur unko lips pe zordar chumma deta hai. Dono ek dusre ke saath smooch kar rahe hote hain. Mom kehti hain, “Ratan aaj ke liye aunty teri hain.” Mom apna towel khol deti hai. Unhone andar ek tight bra aur ek black thong panty pehni hoti hai.Usme ki unki gand dikh rahi hoti hai. Woh ek hi jhatke mein unki bra khol deta hai aur unke hoth chusta hua unke chucho tak pahuch jaata hai. Apne dono haatho se unke dono balls ko dabata hai jisse mom ek siski leti hai.Woh. ”This conversation bothers me. If this were a dream, why would we be having this conversation? The dream is about what I would do differently, not about convincing Dean I am not a bad guy. He should be out of the dream, and I should be arguing with the Principal and teacher by now.We sit there for a few more minutes in silence. I break the silence, “You know I would have to hurt a lot fewer people if you help me to get the Principal to force the teachers not to encourage kids to hit me.”Dean.