It helped. It was a great run, with lots of parties and lots of fun and lots of lovers and lots of sex. And I still want to have parties and fun and s...x, but I don't want to be running anymore. Or maybe it's better to say that I don't need to run anymore. I ran out of fear, Moira. I ran because I'd made the life I had with Lisa and Paul into the perfect domestic scene, at least in my head. And if I never again was settled down as a husband with a perfect wife and child and home, then it could. Her parents did absolutely nothing to provide her any social life, and in fact fought off any 'distractions' that interfered with her music. On the few occasions she was caught listening to popular music or watching MTV, their reaction was unbelievably severe. Dates were beyond discussion.It became clear to the teen that her parents concept of love was seriously flawed. Her own love for music was genuine, but she was caught in what she increasingly felt was a prison. Lacking the resources and. What was she doing? Was she trying to save me in case the potion didn’t work on Jennifer like it had on her? Would giving Jennifer amnesia over the incident actually work? Wouldn’t it be better to just accept Jennifer as a new slavegirl and work on the problem from that angle? The thing was, I didn’t really know what she was trying to do. I knew how the potion was made, but Beth had intimate knowledge of how the potion actually worked on a person, seeing as she had been its first victim. She. Amy decided to put things in order. She yanked at the chain and Melissa’s whole body turned to face Amy. Amy stood up, she took the remnants of her drink in her hand and gulped it down. “On the floor – now,” she commanded, “with your head next to the chair.” Melissa did as she was told. She crept over to the chair and laid flat on the floor, face up. She watched as Amy straddled her. Looking down on her, Amy brought the chain upwards and took in the slack. Melissa’s head lifted from the floor.