“No, no Miles, I’m sorry no, I don’t know what I was thinking, please stop,” I pleaded frantically, trying to push his hand out of my now thro...bing crotch. “No what baby?” Miles crooned into my ear and kissed my neck as he started to finger fuck my poor little pussy, I was not used to this. For someone who had acted so bold – asked for this, brought it upon herself – I was suddenly in over my head. “It’s wrong,” I tried to reason with myself as much as him, “Lauren is my best friend” I said. George had read about therapists that deal with sexual dysfunctions. He did some reading and made an appointment for Jenna. Hypnosis would be a way to make Jenna more relaxed when having sex. The therapist could put ideas in her mind and give her a word that subliminally would trigger a response in her conscious state. Jenna saw her therapist weekly and with hypnosis was able to enjoy sex with her husband. She was able to be in control of her body and take charge with sex. George liked how. Straight guys don’t think that shit’s funny.” “You think suckin' some dude off isn’t a big deal?” I was horrified by how high my voice went. “It wasn’t just some dude, and it could have been a joke or anything. I mean, he knows he’s safe, that situation is never going to happen. Him not getting angry about being kissed, to me, that’s a much bigger deal. I kinda think it might be more than two percent.”My phone went off, cutting us short. Danny wasn’t much of a talker and jumped at the chance to. I heard the old hinges shrill in my dreams, ringing through the fairytale rivers and fields, but slept on for the moment. He was elbow deep in my mother's hope chest when I did wake, alerted by wind blowing my things off the dresser top in a noisy clatter. The thief whirled, cursing quietly, and my bed squeaked at my movement. I didn't speak, when he looked at me, eyes indistinguishable in the low light. I barely moved, heart beating in my throat. That same wind caught the window, still hanging.