There is nothing quite like the feeling of a bouncy young woman wiggling her way into your lap. I put my arms around her waist and helped her settle h...rself."Anything on?" The usual; nothing, nothing, sports, more nothing, news..." She finally settled on one of the music channels playing smooth jazz and tossed the remote onto the table. "It's just for background noise anyway. You know, in case the neighbors are listening. We wouldn't want them to hear anything suspicious." Oh, heavens no," I. The morning is spent shopping with all of the kids as they go in the Yukon. They hit one of the large malls and split into groups of two or three, regroup for a mid-morning snack, then they head out in a different mix of groups and repeat at lunchtime. The changes in groups makes the Christmas shopping easier to keep details of purchases secret from the recipients while giving buyers help to pick gift items. Mid-afternoon they head home to wrap the presents in their own rooms. Saturday night is. The word that buzzed into my head and wouldn’t stop flashing was ‘masochist’. Was this me? Not a pleasant thought to contemplate in some ways. No-one ever likes to think of themselves as being a masochist, associated as it is with all kinds of ideas of self-harm and low self-esteem. But a nagging voice at the back of my head forced me to confront the possibility.How else could I explain my enjoyment of what I’d watched? Enjoyment beyond just the physical. An enjoyment rendered both more intense. She was held in a bent forward position as her jumper was cut down the middle of the back and ripped in pieces, followed by her blouse which was ripped from her waste to her neck leaving the girl’s pale white back vulnerable with only her white bra straps showing. Once Blue’s garments had been removed, she was slammed back down on the bench. Her blindfold remained in place.?Right? Said Gisela addressing two of the preparation clerks ?we are one subject down in the experiments being carried out.