Both were young, very young. She was 12, pretty and innocent. He was 16, strong and handsome. They were laughing, playing and dancing in the meadows.T...e sun was setting. A cool breeze was caressing the grass. They were happy, happy to be together. They sit down in a shady spot to catch their breath and watch the setting sun. He faces her. She looks up to him. He says something to her. She blushes and lowers her eyes. He takes her face in his hands and kisses her tenderly on the lips. She closes. Anita scooted across to him and lay back.Sam picked up her hand and began to talk of the colors in the sunset sky. They chatted with long silences until it was black dark, Anita had her head on his shoulder.Sam had his arm around her and had her tight against his body from head to toe.After a long silence Sam half sat up and turned to her and began to lean down to kiss her.Anita murmured "Wait Sam, I don't know if I want this to happen".Sam asked her if she was afraid to kiss him and she said. Instead, if they interested me, they discovered that they were dreaming about having me. And, they were amazed that they found themselves coming back — and not only that, but that they felt so hot, so wet when they walked in.’ I did not mention it to Sophia then, but my hypnotic guidance for them was also useful when they wanted to have unprotected sex. Not only did that avoid some health issues, but I had already learned in college that my man-honey seemed to be particularly powerful in. . her look wasn't like the "I'm not to talk to strangers look" but rather from embarrassment.I smiled and thought to myself, "Now what reason would a pretty little girl like that have to be embarrassed?"She looked down while wiping tears from her cheek with the backside of her arm and stared at the ground, wiggled her little bare feet in the soft grass and began to fidget with her dress.I heard her mother softly whisper in a hushed tone, "Stop playing with your dress, good little girls do not.