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that the day in question would come and the need to have that day already behind me, I could hardly concentrate on anything. Half the time convinced that there was no way I was going there to be humiliated and an insatiable curiosity about what it would be like to do it. My nights were full of wild dreams of an altar on which I would be presented and of sex with different partners, sometimes several at the same time. After waking up, I felt sore, but I still masturbated every time to chase away the images of the dreams. Or perhaps to relive them. The closer Saturday came, the more paranoid I became. I felt like I was being watched, and couldn't sleep well anymore. I wondered what would happen if I didn't go to the grove. Would