Also my fear, and I use that word advisedly, of conflict, and by conflict I even mean someone shooting an evil look, very much relates to a time in my...life which lead to my loss of myself. I really can’t deal with conflict and this is something Master is helping me with. But I digress. The tale I am about to recount occurred last October, on the occasion of my first Thanksgiving since crossing the Atlantic to be with my Master. I recorded it at the time in my journal. And it is an extract from. Most of the couples were in their upper thirties and the oldest were in their early sixties. There was one other couple that was near our age. So we talked with everyone for about an hour and then we noticed people were pairing off. Some went outside to sit in the back yard to talk and didn't seem interested in having sex (I found out later that many couples enjoy the slow seduction rather than the quick sex). My husband and I started talking with a British couple named Tony and Margaret who. It was my birthday. I'd been seeing my boyfriend for about a year. I didn't start out intending to have sex, but I must admit that I had thought about it. I had wanted him for a while, but I was raised to wait for marriage. Still, on this particular day my desire for him was especially strong. My boyfriend said he had a very special birthday present for me, so we went to his house. There he carried out a well executed seduction. I was more than a bit reluctant, but I was in love with him, so. We ate in silence for a minute or two, and then Tracy put her silverware down, and reached over to touch my hand.“Look, Will, I don’t want to give you the wrong impression about me, or why I asked you out tonight,” she said. “Ever since we met the other week, I’ve been attracted to you, sure, I know in the script for the murder weekend, I had to flirt with you, and all that; but ... even if the script didn’t include that, I would have done what I did; what we did. But now I’ve reached the point.