I knocked on the door of Becca's room.
"Come in," she said. I opened the door and went in. She was at her laptop, chatting, it looked like, with friends. Her eyes said she was angry.
"Hey Becca, I..."
"Did you do something to me?" She asked, accusingly. She swivelled her chair to face me head on.
"Like what?" I asked, intrigued. My heart started pounding. Like I'd been caught.
"Something to my mind, or my body or something? Why did we do... How? Wha...." She was sputtering in anger. I wasn't sure how to handle it, so I cheated.
"Time to Listen, Becca" I said, gently.
"No... no, I don't..." she was already relaxing, going a little blank in the chair. "You can't..."
"Yes I can, Becca. Time to Listen, Becca," I repeated. She just stopped.
"Of course," she said.
"We are going to go out tonight. You are going to wear your sexiest dress, your sexiest underwear. Your goal will be to seduce me, to get me to take you, to have you. You will want me to do anything I want with you. You will be happy to be touched however I desire and you will be happy to comply with anything I want of you. Do you understand, Becca?"
"I do," she said.
"Good. see you tonight." And I left, wondering what it meant that she had questioned me, that she seemed to be shaking off the conditioning.
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