“Is his family one of the ones that’s complaining?” Lara asked.That was unlikely, since our parents got along just fine.“I don’t think so. I...don’t know who it is, but I doubt it’s them,” Sarah said. “They’re just trying to help out without making a bigger deal about it.”She was probably right. But it still felt wrong for the Irish twins to suddenly not be staying with us. Something had to be done.The next morning I made an appointment to visit Dr. Kendall during a study hall period. I wanted to. He posted an ad on Craigslist Casual Encounters for a submissive female.That's me.Or at least I hoped so. I've had this fantasy forever about a strong dominant male, but with my strong personality, all I attract are the wimps. I'd held him off for a few weeks with dirty emails and links to erotic stories that I liked. I let him give me orders about my masturbation and tested the waters a little. I was only in this for sex, but I'm still enough of a snob to not be attracted to a moron. So I made. "Ouch. "Thanks for the update, man." We went into the classroom. When Kirsten came in, I said "hi" without Ursus prompting me. I spent the whole afternoon figuratively looking over my shoulder, waiting for the summons to the principal's office, but it never came.Getting home on Friday always felt good, but it felt magnificent that day. No one had reported the fight, and I finally had some large chunks of free time to look forward to. I rode the last block on the way home at high speed. Mary. Then a hand which gripped his own. Suddenly an effortless tug to higher ground. Finally, a warm embrace by an entity which soothed him with kind words and understood him absolutely and infinitely. Yet if there exists a duty to one’s dreams, and if those dreams are good, just, and pure, then the person must act upon them. The Imam, in his deliverance from the fires, must have questioned his Creator and believed instead in those dreams given to him, regardless of Hell’s consequences.And his were.