Better do it now.

“Mr. Patterson?” Alison is waiting for me to say something. I resolve to end this craziness here and now.

“Hey, Angel.” I keep my tone nice and light, the last thing I want to do is scare the poor girl. “I was thinking about what we just did ...” It is dark in her bedroom, the only light coming in from the streetlights outside, but I can just see the color in her cheeks brighten and the hint of a smile as she looks back at me.

“Me too, Mr. P. It was amazing.” Well, that changes things a little. I expected her to be having all kinds of second thoughts, after all this a young woman who was raised with very conservative views on sex and gender roles, she's far from a typical college slut.

“Really?” I spite of my determination to do the right thing; Alison's glowing assessment of the sex stroked my ego in a way I wasn't prepared for.

“I never imagined sex could feel that good for the girl, Mr. P.” Alison's doe-eyes lift to meet mine with an urgency I'm not ready for.

“Sister Dominica taught us that sex is for the man's pleasure. It is how a man demonstrates his mastery over his woman.” Teachings like those might explain Alison's kinky desire to be overpowered. “That's what it is like with Richard ...” I should have known this would all come back to that asshole.

“That's because Dick is a self-centered prick.” The words pop out of my mouth before I can consider the wisdom of badmouthing her boyfriend, but to my surprise Alison nods in agreement and then starts to tear up as she recites from memory.

“When a man takes for himself a woman, she belongs to that man, and she will obey him in all things.” The words sound like the holy scripture, but not in any of the books I've ever read. She buries her face in her hands and I can barely make out what she's saying. “... why I have to let him ... (inaudible) ... he's the man and God made ... (inaudible) ... for his pleasure.” Even though I only caught less than half of what she said, I've heard this kind of fundamentalist bullshit enough as a child to fill in the missing pieces.

“No, Honey.” I take the sobbing young woman in my arms and hold her tight. “You do not belong to a man just because he has sex with you, that's not how it works.”

“It's in the Bible, Mr. P.” Alison voice gets louder and clearer now that she's back on firmer ground. “Adam was alone in the Garden of Eden, so God created woman to serve and obey him.” The last thing I want right now is to get into an argument about the infallibility of the Holy Book, so I let that slide for now.

“Trust me on this, Alison.” I put as much confidence as I can behind the words. “God doesn't want you to have to obey and serve a loser like Richard.”

“I know that now, Mr. P.” Alison's pretty eyes are gleaming with excitement. “God wants me to serve and obey you.” This is going from bad to worse. I have to push away the temptation of having Alison as my personal sex **** who obeys and submits like a concubine of old and try to help her see that there's more to life than that.