Gillian squeezed my arm as I guided her into the theater. We stood in the doorway for just a minute to allow our eyes to get adjusted. As we looked ar...und there was one couple sitting in the back and several guys scattered through out. We walked almost to the front and sat down in the center of the aisle. We began watching the movie that showed a woman blowing one guy and being penetrated by two others at the same time. I put my hand on Gillian’s thigh as she leaned over and told me she thought. But itsdisgusting and very unethical to do this to a boy his age. Especially onethat didn't want it. I just don't know what we can do now."I held my son throughout his report. We didn't know what to say. My sondidn't like his report but we cold tell it wasn't what the doctor wantedto say.The Doctor told us that he wanted my son to stay another day forobservation and then we could get go home. By that time it was late andvery tired. He gave us our own room and shut the door. We changed and. I love the details. Your preparation. I imagine you thinking how the wood would feel against my skin. Too hard? Chafing? And then you select a square of soft leather. Maybe you place your own wrist against the wood, trying different materials underneath, until you find the perfect leather. You’d smile, as you take the leather and cut out two identical pads. And then you select the right weight, texture and gauge of rope. Your work in this detail alone takes maybe two hours. Two hours when I. Stephanie lives there, too, though she lives in a smaller house on the same property that we also own.”“At twenty-two?” Magda asked.“Remember on the plane last year we talked about me having my own company in High School and selling it? That’s how I paid for college and the down payment on the house.”“I forgot about all that. Could we see your house later?”“I don’t know why not!”“Maybe we could use the sauna,” Stephanie said with a twinkle in her eye.“Sauna?” Bengt asked. “You have one?”“It.