I'm not over enthusiastic when people seem to be agreeing with me. People, women, can change their minds and they are totally in their right to do it. That's one reason why I decided to let things between me and Camille evolve on their own, but the potential of something great was there, open to me. If she was indeed THE ONE, then we were going to be travelling a peculiar road together. I was beyond myself.

She was fully aware of her effect on me. She could tell how she was twisting my head in its place, how she was melting me with her voice and her smile. And she knew how her willingness to go this unusual road with me was her power.

As the session went on, it began turning into a dance. A dance of pain and pleasure. Whose pain, whose pleasure?

She was suffering the physical pain, the sting of the rod on her back, her arms, her legs, her belly. I was feeling the pain of falling for her. The worst part is that I was feeling like I went back to my teens. The feelings were similar, maybe just as wildly hormonal, maybe just as inmature.

This feeling is described as a fall, this emotion, this moment, when one surrenders his or her heart to the other, unconditionally. It is a fall, a fall from the heights of self awareness and rationality to complete abandonment of the senses.