Thinking what did I do wrong? How could she do this to me?I kept thinking if this was a first for her. Then I thought about if it was not. What about ...STD’s? Even worse, possibly Covid. If she gave that to me, I might die.My anger took over my sadness. I then remembered the saying revenge is a dish best served cold.I came up with a plan.I came home that night and acted like I had seen nothing. I told Ann I did not feel good and was going to bed.She asked me, “Anything I can do to make you feel. He somehow always got good grades until one of the teachers set him up with a false test. The teacher had suspected that Don was getting copies of the test questions. The test came, and when 3 people, including Don, got every question wrong and gave the same wrong answers, the game was exposed. Don was forced to repeat his classes for that year, and the other two were suspended for two weeks. It turns out one of the kids was working after school in the Admin office and was selling Don and some. Why don't you listen to my voice and let yourself go. That's it, you can feel yourself becoming very agreeable to everything I say. You feel like you are floating above your body and I can mold my thoughts into your thoughts. Very good, my thoughts are your thoughts!" I suddenly popped awake. I felt refreshed and very alive. It was as if some weight had been taken off my shoulders. I saw Mark sitting at his desk smiling that damn Cheshire cat grin again. What had happened? "What have you. The light will be good for hours yet.”“Fair enough, so if we have the time, I could use a walk later, stretch my legs. You?”She nodded, “Yes, we have plenty of time.”They laid on the blanket with all the decadence of a languid feast. He made her favourite things to eat as a picnic and let her talk about her favourite subjects.“You look so relaxed, Jack, it suits you.”“Thanks.”Summoning all her courage, the wine helped, and loosened her inhibitions. A lilt to her head, hair draped as a curtain,.