What I relished were the comments that went way beyond platitudes like, 'Just roll with it.' I'd learned so much more. The lessons weren't only about ...C's sexuality they were about her – or anybody, and how I could love them better. I thought about how none of us are perfect, yet we expect perfect performance and are so judgmental when we find otherwise. I fit that model, and I didn't like it any longer. It wouldn't serve me well in the future.The alarm eventually went off. I turned it off, and. I was in our dorm room writing on a pad of paper when Margaret came bursting through the door. I jumped, startled by her loud entrance. She slammed the door behind her and jumped on my bed. Her eyes were wide and sparkling with excitement and her smile was bright, genuine and infectious. I grinned back at her, "What is it?" "I need your help with something?" she said. "Is it school related?" "No." she answered as she began to fumble with her fingers. "Actually it's sexual." The pen and pad. He wanted to rub her bottom a bit but he was afraid to do it. Mr. Burns seemed to want her spanked. He gave her another, experimentally a bit harder and was gratified by her reaction. He couldn't really help it. He didn't WANT to hurt her but he knew if he didn't, it would go worse for her.She too began squirming, hoping to get free, and she could feel his hits getting more and more powerful with each squirm. She tried to stop but the pain wouldn't let her. A tear started to roll down her face. I found it amusing Myhala had been just as transformedas every other woman Ballan had slept with. The only difference this timewas that I had taken his desires straight out of his head. Myhala was theembodiment of everything Ballan had ever wanted in a woman, even if sheused to be my old friend, Meghalen. I suspected that Myhala was happierwith Ballan than Meghalen had ever been in his entire life. Granted, it may be a programmed happiness, but I didn't think that simpledetail mattered in the.