He felt his way over. His hand touched my shoulder. He touch felt so good. His hand then fell to my breast and lingered there for a few seconds. I wan...ed him to rip off my clothes right then and there. But quickly his hands found my hands and helped me with the reel. “All set?” he asked matter-of-factly. “No problem,” I whispered back, “No problem at all.” As I heard him working on his pile of film, just a few feet away, I was so excited by him. I felt my breast where he did and imagined what. He lived in the same town as her but had gone to a different high school. When he got up to leave the cafeteria she walked over to him. She gave him a flirtatious smile, made lingering eye contact with her beautiful brown eyes, and told him she wanted to go home for the weekend and needed a ride. She asked if he were going home and could he drop her off at her house on Saturday and bring her back to her dorm on Sunday. He hesitated a few seconds then said, ‘Sure, if you jerk me off.’ ‘OK,’ she. .. one, two, three, four, five... each one is like a stair, isn't it? Each one you count, each one you go past can take you down. Relaxing. No reason not to relax. Not to rest. Not to let your mind rest and still the voices in your head." Her head was heavy against the window now. I had to get her in the right state before I started Dr. Street's dissociation techniques.I kept talking, low and soft, for another twenty minutes, relaxing her, letting her mind clear. The books said that her willing. Books were what made mankind civilized - the written word passed down from generation to generation so that knowledge wasn't lost when the previous generation died. She had found her niche for life, except... There were three items of unfinished business before she could settle down and enjoy her new being.Her Grotto was filled with stacks of women's magazines that she pored over. Always before, they always seemed so shallow and meaningless, but back then she wasn't trying to learn how to.