She was waiting for him but knew he’d come from nowhere and when she least expected it. She fiddled gingerly with her lip piercing and adjusted her ...sweater. She was nervous and she knew it. It had been so long since she had seen him but they had been texting constantly for the last few months and it was comfortable. She glanced around the museum again and then returned to gazing blindly, dead ahead. Suddenly a pair of arms snaked around her waist and a familiar voice murmured, “You won’t find. "Kiss him I said"! She did as her mother had told her and I held her head as our mouths made contact, my tongue forcing hers open, then forcing my come into her mouth. She tried to recoil her head, but it was held fast in my grip. "Swallow it", Gina ordered her daughter. I felt her head move slightly as she obeyed her mother. Gina and I looked at each other and smiled. Her bullying daughter had been vanquished. "You call me names Sandra and then what do you do, you kiss your mother's. "I want to plant a new key word in your memory, Miss Catherine. Only this one will be know to both of us and Mr Carl won't have any idea of what we've done. You'll still respond to the one he uses, but from now on you'll be totally aware of what's happening to you. You'll still have to do what he suggests, but this time you'll come out of the trance knowing what happened. How's that sound?"Catherine thought about it for a couple of minutes, still eating as she did.The silence between them made. Across the room, Sam, joint’s cheerless owner, stood behind a short bar with several worn stools. Strings of Christmas lights acknowledged the season and provided most of the illumination. An old, printed sign taped to the cash register proclaimed, ‘You’re white today because your ancestors practiced segregation.’ This same lighting scheme extended into a large dance area lined with plastic covered booths and small, scarred tables. The place had a pervasive odor of beer, cigarette smoke, hair.