"Come on in Bonnie," Laura Baker said. Her words were only a little slurred."How about Steve? I should get him home." It was also meant to be an excus... to get away from them both."Oh hell Bonnie I am home." Steve giggled like a school girl."Well you two are home safe, I should be running along." I wasn't sure what any of it meant, or if I cared what any of it meant."Bonnie please come in. I can fix you a cup of coffee." You don't drink coffee," I suggested."I have a Mr. Coffee thing and some. ‘I’m still a little freaked out,’ she said. ‘That’s understandable. Let’s look at it this way. She was your first real sexual partner, right?’ Moira was contemplative for a moment. ‘Yeah.’ ‘It happened more than once, and it was never something you regretted, right?’ ‘No, never.’ ‘So, why it is that once you find something new, you have to immediately throw out the old?’ Moira drew in a breath and locked her eyes on me. She said, ‘Because…,’ aggressively, and then deflated, unable to complete. At the age of 18 contact is made with the subjectat a time when we believe that she will have developed sufficiently mentallyand sexually to make her need for submission quantifiable. A recent innovationhas been the gift of a computer with full internet access to the young women ataround this time. It is a simple process to monitor precisely what the subjecthas shown an interest in, the internet sites visited, the images and storiescollected ( and which she naively believes to be secret ) by. But one thing you remember for sure, it didn't feel like it. Instead of the dread and agony those dreams should've emitted, it felt... Calm. And inviting. In every dream. Despite the intensity of the atmosphere and the demonic figure standing amongst the flames, it doesn't feel the way it's supposed to be. You opened your eyes, telling the doctor what you saw, "Well... I can't make out the events happening inside these dreams, and, oddly, I always forgot everything about them despite me.