Corky had had some friends that worked with computers who managed to clear the parental filters that Dad had put on our laptop. By then May and I each... had our own laptops for school, but we still used the same old one together for watching films and managing the endless nude pictures I took of May. I had got addicted to her. There were always other girls at school that wanted to date, and I had managed more than just a snog with more than one or two over the years. But there was just something. "Tell your mommy you'd do anything to make it up to her," Dr. Mastersonsuggests."I'd do anything to make it up to you mommy," I parrot back."Like move back home, so you can be a good son and obey mommy."I hesitate. It feels like some kind of trap, but then I realize this isjust therapy and it is the catharsis that's important. "To make it upto you mommy, I wish I could move back home with you and be a good boyand obey you at all times."By now, the hand was slapping against my velvet-covered. You could hardly see through the window at this stage as everyone was pressed against the window and their hot breathing had created a very large vapor patch. Phillip broke the silence by suggesting that it was time to hit the town. Everyone turned from the window and glanced at each others bulging pants.I had to get a woman tonight and I think that was on everyone’s mind. We hit the streets and headed straight to the club. In cutting a long story short, I met a petite Indian girl in the club. All my life that'd been my warning signal of bad things to come. First they tie you down, then they stomp on you. I had a long history of those experiences and I didn't want any more: not from Adam, not from anyone. Oh, I was pissed.And then, of all the lines he could have tried, Adam claimed I could trust him. And you know what? I'm sure it was stupid, but I believed him. Somehow, even though he'd been sneaky in setting up the injections, and the commercials, and the jeep, and the job, he.