’ ‘Wait,’ interjected a young man in the front row, one of the few who had seemed to be actually taking notes during the lecture. ‘You’re sa...ing we can control love? Or fear?’ ‘Yes, uh…’ ‘Laurence.’ ‘Yes, Laurence. I’m saying these things can be manipulated. That we are approaching the point where that same romantic swelling you have towards some young… uh… lady… can be chemically stimulated and manipulated so that you feel it towards… uh, I don’t know… say… a piece of old chewing gum stuck. Just then the beast roared high pitched shrill and coarse at me, someow able to jank loose of the restraining straps.Out of an impulse I roared and screamed back as loud as I could at the beast, drawing the sword and stepping forward instead of evading and slapped the flat side of the blade across its snout. The mountain tribe woman yelled something and I was not proud of my response to the mountain woman in my anger pointing the sword at her and giving her a verbal description what I would do. My thoughts went back to my first fucking session, as I was driving on the deserted stretch of road……………………… We are three sisters, Priya, Padma and me, Pratusha. Priya was married to Ramu from same village. Their house was in the next street and I used to visit them. Ramu used to brush his hand against my boobs or buttocks as if by accident.Once I glared at him but he didn’t seem to notice. I found myself not brushing him off but actually pressing closer. He got bold and started squeezing and. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mr. and Mrs. Coltrain.”“Call me Tom, Jerry,” replied the big man in a friendly voice. He was impressed with the size of the man standing across from him. His little girl had always brought home big men, but Jerry had to be the biggest of them all. He was also a little older than he had expected.Jenny’s mother said, “You can call me Sherry.”“All right, Tom, Sherry” said Jerry liking the big guy immediately. He hadn’t really believed Jenny when she had said that her.