The session was progressing while I was getting more and more impatient. That was not the best of situations. Yes I was wondering if the game was going to take over the "rehearsal", while at the same time I didn't want to stop it.

If it was a matter of a few more minutes, even if they felt like hours, I was willing to let my cravings for her body to wait until the job was done.

I kept striking Camille and she was just as involved with her role as I was with mine. There was no doubt in my mind that what we had started was going to go somewhere.

She was young, much younger than I was then and that in itself could be a problem. But I was willing to accept the cold truth, that she might decide to go on with her life without me. That was Ok to me. She was worth the potential suffering in the future.

I was trapped indeed, trapped by the power of an earthly goddess, one that could turn my head around with one finger.

It had to be true love. And love for the woman, not for an illusion from the past.