Dark Therapy (MF; Mf; g; tease; mast; ped; voy; oral)
By Neverlander
(c) 2012

Professor Daniel Bach was a retiree of two years, a widower of five, 
and at the moment was in his study engaged in yet another gentle battle 
with the second love of his life, his daughter Diana.

"No," he said simply.

"But, Dad," Diana said, "you're lonely, I know you are."

"Rubbish."

"Come on, Dad, be honest with yourself.  You never go out, you do 
nothing but sit here and read.  I know you miss being in class, and all 
those deep conversations with the other profs."

He arched an ironic eyebrow.  "Deep waters are often stagnant," he 
said.

"Oh, God," she said, standing up in frustration.  "Look, I don't want 
to get into another debate with you about the 'desiccated intellectual 
desert of academia', as you call it.  All I'm saying is that all sorts 
of people hang out at the Community Center, some of them as smart as 
Your Majesty!  It wouldn't hurt you to drop by now and then, reacquaint 
yourself with the part of the human race that doesn't live in the ivory 
tower."

He regarded her placidly.  "First of all," he said, "I believe the 
place is actually called the Community Senior Center.  And second" - he 
grew more agitated - "have you actually seen the people who 'hang out' 
there?  Those biddies who congregate for bingo?  My God, there's so 
much blue hair there you'd think it was a retirement home for smurfs!  
And the men?  Every one of that dithering bunch should have a drool 
bucket hanging around his neck!"  He regained his composure.  "I'm not 
old, Di-di, not old the way they are.  I think you know that."

Diana sat back down and took her father's hands in hers.  "I know 
you're not old, Dad," she said gently.  I just - I just want you to be 
happy, that's all, and I don't think it makes you happy to be alone all 
the time, living like a hermit."

He smiled at her.  "I'm not always alone," he said, gesturing across 
the room with an inclination of his head.  There, curled up in a 
recliner with a book about frogs, was Josie, Diana's ten-year-old 
daughter.  "My granddaughter keeps me good company."  For the past 
several months Dan had been playing the part of afternoon babysitter 
for Josie.  Diana and Nate both worked and rather than hire a real 
babysitter or have Josie be a "latchkey kid", Dan had agreed to having 
the school bus drop her off at his house every afternoon, where Diana 
would pick her up two or three hours later.  "You don't think I'm a 
hermit, do you Sweetie?" Dan called over to her.

The little girl looked up from her book.  "No," she said with finality.  
Then, frowning: "What's a hermit?"  Dan laughed, and winked at Diana.

"A hermit is a doddery old man with a long, scraggly beard who lives 
all by himself in a dank, dark cave with bats and bugs and eats nothing 
but pop-tarts that nice people bring him now and then," he said.  
Diana's eyes rolled to the ceiling, as Josie climbed down from her 
chair and ran over to them.

"Well, you can't be a hermit, then," she said with her hands on her 
hips.  "You don't have a beard, and you don't even like pop-tarts!"

Dan looked sideways at Diana with a smirk, gesturing with upturned 
palms to Josie.  "Q. E. D.," he said.  Diana looked at him with a smirk 
of her own, shaking her head.

"I give up," she said.  "It's two against one."  Then she stood up and 
tousled her father's shaggy hair with both hands.  "Come on, Josie-
girl," she said.  "We want to get home before Daddy does."  She gave 
Dan a hug while Josie ran around gathering her coat and school bag and 
then headed for the door.  "See you tomorrow," Diana called over her 
shoulder as she followed her daughter out the door.

"Bye, guys," said Dan, waving to them.  "I'll be here, same time, same 
place."

Diana didn't give up, of course - she never did - and a week later she 
did two things that changed Dan's life forever.

* * * * *

"I don't know, Di-di, I just don't know."  Dan frowned as he regarded 
the object on his desk balefully.

"It's about time you joined the twenty-first century, Dad," Diana said.  
"How you managed to avoid using them your last years at the university 
I'll never understand."

"My graduate students," he said.  "They used them.  I preferred doing 
research the old-fashioned way."  Dan was a Luddite on principle.

"Right - in the stacks and the dust."

"Peaceful places, those stacks.  And the dust - the very stuff of 
history, my dear, redolent of time."

Diana ignored him.  She knew he was a contrarian, and was used to his 
playing devil's advocate, or the very Devil himself.  "Look, Dad, I'll 
show you how you can read newspapers from all over the world, or 
research anything you want to, right here at your desk."  But Dan was 
distracted by Nathan, his son in law, who had been working on something 
on a bookshelf across the room.

"What's that, Nate?" Dan walked over to the bookshelf and looked down 
at an odd-shaped object that displayed an array of blinking blue 
lights.  "It looks like a flying saucer."

Nate smiled.  "Nothing like that, Dan," he said.  "Well, maybe a little 
bit like it, since it's sort of space-age."  He stepped back to give 
Dan a better look.  "It's called a wireless router, and it sends..."

"Dad, come back here!" Diana called.  "I was about to show you what 
this can do.  You'll love it, honest!"  Dan shrugged at Nate, and 
returned to his daughter's side where she sat waiting for him.  On the 
desk in front of her was a new laptop computer, a gift from her and her 
husband, her latest attempt to draw her father out of his self-imposed 
exile from the human race.  She hoped it would help relieve the 
depression she was sure he suffered from.

"Okay, show me," he said, pulling up another chair and sitting next to 
her.  "Impress me."  She grinned and proceeded to call up a search 
engine, where she initiated a search that instantly brought up several 
sites dealing with the architecture of colonial America, the field that 
had occupied a good deal of Dan's career.  She had planned this ahead 
of time, and selected one of the sites in the search results.  A page 
of journal articles appeared, among which was one titled, "The 
influence of Puritan architecture on the transcendentalist literature 
of nineteenth-century New England."  The author was one Daniel Bach.

"Holy smokes!" Dan said, sitting up and moving closer.  "I wrote that 
years ago!  How did you..."

"There's so much on the net, Dad, you wouldn't believe it."  She 
continued typing, pulling up the web sites of newspapers from all over 
the world, headlines from New York, Los Angeles, Berlin, Tokyo.  Dan 
was fascinated, shaking his head in disbelief.  "Ask a question, Dad," 
Diana said.  "Something from history that not everybody knows."

Dan thought for a moment.  "Uh, let's see ... uh, when did Cotton 
Mather die?" he said.  Diana typed "death of cotton mather" into the 
Google search engine search phrase area.  Instantly, "February 13, 
1728" appeared in several result listings, including one that led to an 
extensive biography of the prolific Boston minister.  "My God!"  Where 
is all that coming from?  Is it inside the computer itself?"

"No, it's coming in over your phone line to that thing that Nate hooked 
up" - she pointed to the router on the bookshelf - "and then it's sent 
to the computer here with radio waves."  She clicked the mouse to call 
up another page.  "And what you type or click here is sent by radio 
back to the router, out over the phone line, and onto the net."  She 
called up a few more sites she thought would interest him.  "You don't 
even have to sit here to do it.  As long as the battery is charged" - 
she pointed to the charger attached to the computer - "you can just 
unplug this thingy and go anywhere in the house with the computer, 
still connected to the net."

"Wow," said Dan.  "Wow.  May I...?"  He pointed to the keyboard.  
"Would you show me how?"  Diana grinned and moved aside to make room 
for him, then gave him his first lesson in navigating the Internet.

That was the first big splash Diana made in Dan's little pond that 
week.  The second came the next day, but she forgot to tell him about 
it until after it happened.

* * * * *

The knock at the door came when Dan was reading the editorial page in 
the on-line version of the local conservative rag, which it amused him 
to compare with the Times op-ed page he had just finished.  "Ah," he 
said to himself, checking his watch.  "Josie, right on time."  He went 
downstairs to greet her.  It was Friday, and he assumed she would be in 
good spirits with a weekend of freedom ahead.

"Hi, Grandpa Dan!" she chirped as she opened the door and came in.  She 
was indeed in good spirits; she also wasn't alone.  Following behind 
her was a little girl he had never seen before.  He stood aside as the 
pair hurried past him into the living room.

"Well, who is this?" Dan said, closing the door and turning to look at 
the girls.  "I see we have a guest for the afternoon."

"This is my friend Lita, Grandpa," Josie said, "she sits next to me in 
school.  Her mom couldn't pick her up at school today, so Mommy said 
she could come here with me.  Is it okay, Grandpa?"

"Of course," Dan said, "of course!"  He bowed slightly and took Lita's 
hand in his.  "I'm very pleased to meet you, young lady.  Any friend of 
Josie's is a friend of mine!"  The little girl giggled and looked at 
Josie.

"Told ya he was nice," Josie said.  "She was afraid maybe you wouldn't 
want an extra kid to watch," she said to Dan.  "But I told her you 
wouldn't mind."

"Well," Dan said with mock seriousness, "I would have been very upset 
indeed if we didn't have enough cookies to go around - but as it turns 
out we have lots and lots!  Come on into the kitchen."  He led the 
girls into the kitchen - or rather followed them as they ran ahead of 
him - and fetched the promised cookies while Josie took down cups in a 
well-practiced routine and filled them with milk from the fridge.  He 
sat with them at the kitchen table for a while, watching them compete 
for the biggest milk-moustache, then excused himself to return to his 
reading upstairs in his den.  Cute, he thought to himself, very cute.

Diana was all apologies when she arrived later to pick up Josie and 
Lita.  "Oh, I'm so sorry, Dad!  I meant to call you to let you know 
about Lita, but I got so busy at work that it completely slipped my 
mind.  I hope it wasn't too much trouble looking after both of them."

"No, don't be silly, it was no trouble at all," he said.  "If anything 
it took the pressure off me to keep Josie amused all afternoon!  More 
time to play with that toy you gave me."

"Oh, that's a relief," Diana said.  "I figured it would be all right, 
but I really should have asked you first."

"Well, nice of you to say, but really, no problem, Sweetie, none at 
all."

They were in the kitchen and Diana was just finishing making a pot of 
coffee.  She poured cups for both of them, and then sat down across 
from him.  She stirred cream into her coffee and was silent for a 
while, looking down into the cup.  Then she looked up and cleared her 
throat.  "I'm really glad to hear you say that," she said hesitantly, 
"because I have a huge, huge favor to ask you."  Dan looked at her 
expectantly.  "Okay," she said, "it's like this.  Lita's mother Carmen 
is sort of in the same boat that I'm in.  Well, not exactly, but sort 
of - what I mean is, is that her ex-husband hasn't been good with 
keeping up with the child support payments, and even though there's a 
lawyer who's trying to get him to obey the court order, well, Carmen 
needs to make mortgage payments and all the rest..."  She paused and 
took a sip of her coffee.  "Anyway, Carmen decided she has to go back 
to work, at least part-time.  The problem is that the only hours she 
can get are in the afternoon, the time when..."

"... when her daughter comes home from school," Dan finished for her.

"Yes!" Diana said.  "It's the same situation Nate and I are in, and it 
can really tear you up, believe me!"  She took a deep breath.  "So, 
what I wanted to ask you is whether it would be all right if Lita came 
here with Josie after school every day to wait for either me or her mom 
to pick her up.  Carmen says she'd be willing to pay you, it couldn't 
be much, but she..."

"Say no more," Dan said, smiling.  "I'd be happy to help out.  As I 
said, those two did a great job keeping themselves busy without me, so 
I can't see it'd be a problem at all for me.  No payment, though, I 
won't hear of that.  What the hell kind of favor would that be?"  Diana 
grinned and jumped up and came around the table to give her father a 
hug.

"Oh, Dad, thanks so much!  Carmen will be thrilled."  She began to 
clear the table of their cups and saucers.  "And, really, Lita is a 
great kid - she won't be any trouble at all.  And I know what you mean, 
she and Josie are like soul-sisters, they're never happier than when 
they're together.  Carmen actually started work today, so starting next 
week?"

"Next week I'll expect them both to come pitter-pattering to my door," 
Dan said as they joined the girls in the living room to give them the 
good news.

* * * * *

Later that night Dan lay in bed with his book resting on his chest as 
he gazed absently at the ceiling, thinking about the day.  His life 
seemed to be changing, and quickly.  He supposed that was a good thing, 
but he tended to be conservative in his habits, and it always made him 
a little uneasy when his normal routine was altered.  Not that the past 
two days had been in any way upsetting - no, the computer Diana and 
Nate had given him really was fascinating, and he was kicking himself 
that he, old fuddy-duddy that he was, had been so long in looking into 
the technology that had taken over the world and was rapidly 
transforming it.  He was looking forward to digging into the 
information that seemed to be available on the net in inexhaustible 
supply.

The appearance of the little girl - Lita, was that her name? - had been 
a surprise, too, but he had meant it when he told Diana that looking 
after the child would not be any trouble for him.  It was only for a 
couple of hours a day, after all, and, as he had told Diana, having a 
playmate for Josie actually took some of the burden of looking after 
her off him.  No, burden wasn't the right word - he loved having her 
around, but sometimes he feared that she became bored having no one but 
him for company, and he was happy that he wouldn't have to feel guilty 
about that with Lita around.

Lita - she really was a charming little girl.  From her name he assumed 
she was Hispanic, and her dark hair and large brown eyes were 
consistent with that.  She and Josie made quite a pair, a study in 
contrasts.  Josie had her mother's coloring and hair, which was a light 
shade of blond and fairly straight, which was why her mother usually 
had it in braids or a pony tail.  Lita's hair was very dark, nearly 
black, and was cut to about shoulder length.  It had a natural wave 
that caused the locks that hung down over her ears to curl forward and 
upward on her cheeks, almost as if she were wearing half-hoop earrings.

There was another difference between the two girls he had noticed.  
They were both the same age, but where Josie had the linear, 
androgynous body typical of a ten-year-old, Lita seemed somehow more 
developed.  The curve of her hips suggested an older girl, and a 
developing bust had been evident under the t-shirt she had been 
wearing.  I guess she's closer to puberty, Dan thought, yawning; some 
kids grow up faster than others.  He leaned over to turn out the light 
on the night stand next to his bed.  He lay back on the pillows and 
looked into the new darkness.  Charming, he thought, very charming.  
Cute kid.  And then he turned on his side and slept.

* * * * *

The weekend went by quickly, and Dan was thoroughly enjoying 
investigating the capabilities of his new computer.  He searched for 
every arcane bit of knowledge he could think of, and almost always was 
rewarded with results.  He was not totally uncritical about it, since 
he noticed that some of what was offered up as gospel truth was 
patently false.  This didn't really bother him, because the same thing 
could be said of other sources of information, including what he used 
to deal with in his research; the only difference was that with the net 
the flow of information, both good and bad, was several orders of 
magnitude faster.  One always had to maintain a critical awareness.

Occasionally he found himself thinking of Josie and her friend Lita, 
and realized that he was looking forward to their arrival Monday 
afternoon.  Maybe Diana is right, he thought; maybe I am lonely.  Of 
course, having two little girls running around the house is not what 
you could call adult companionship, but still, he was looking forward 
to it.  Maybe it's the novelty of the situation, he thought, just 
something new.  Josie was certainly different when she had a playmate 
to chatter with.  And the child herself, Lita - it had been pleasant to 
have her around, even if just for a couple of hours.  Cute, he though 
again; pretty, even, very pretty, if you could say that about a ten-
year-old.  Well, yes, of course you could, why not?  Josie was cute, 
too, but somehow not in the same way Lita was.  Her developing curves, 
her ...

Whoa!  Dan stopped his train of thought abruptly with a short laugh.  
Where the hell did that come from?  Hardly appropriate thoughts about a 
little girl, bud, hardly relevant for an old coot like you.  Simmer 
down, pardner.

He thought of his wife, gone now for five years, and sighed.  I do miss 
her, he thought, yes, in more ways than one.  Just in his early fifties 
when he took an early retirement, still healthy, all of his 
capabilities were intact, he was still a fully functioning male adult 
... but he was alone, and he was starting to feel that more acutely 
now.  Diana's right, I guess, he thought.  Maybe I've got to get out 
more.  Maybe.

For now, though, he contented himself with making sure he had an 
adequate supply of cookies and milk.

* * * * *

Carmen had come to the mainland from her native Puerto Rico when she 
was very young.  Her mother was a traditional Hispanic lady, and taught 
her daughter that girls and boys were are different, and should be 
treated differently.  Boys are stronger and so should be raised to be 
manly.  Girls are weaker and should be protected by their families, and 
later by their husbands.  They should be pretty and docile, and growing 
up they should look and behave like little girls, not like little boys.  
It had been a struggle for Carmen to overcome the impulse to 
subservience her mother had imbued in her, so inappropriate for life in 
twenty-first century America, but now, with the divorce from an abusive 
husband behind her, she was learning to become more self-sufficient.  
But there were times when her memories of being a little girl made her 
smile.

Carmen had never quite gotten over her love of dolls.  She had dozens 
of them when she was a child, and spent hours dressing them up and 
arranging them on her bed.  When Lita was born it was as if she had 
been given the most wonderful doll of all, a real live little girl that 
she could dress up to her heart's content.  She was no longer a 
submissive woman, but she still believed that little girls should be 
pretty and feminine, and so from the first day of school on, little 
Lita was usually dressed in pretty dresses and skirts, some of which 
Carmen made herself.  There had been some snickering from the other 
pupils about Lita's girly-girly appearance, but she didn't pay much 
attention to it, especially since her best friend Josie always told her 
she looked nice.

So, Dan received a small surprise the next day Josie and Lita arrived.  
He came down the stairs just as the girls were coming through the front 
door.

"Hi, Grandpa Dan!" Josie chirped.

"Hi, Grandpa Dan!" Lita echoed, giggling and holding her hand to her 
mouth.

"Well," said Dan, "all of a sudden I have another granddaughter!  Will 
wonders never cease?"  The girls laughed and dumped their backpacks in 
a corner of the foyer and headed for the kitchen.  As Dan watched them 
go he noticed a difference from the previous Friday.  Then, both girls 
had been wearing jeans and t-shirts; today Josie was again in a similar 
outfit, but Lita was wearing a blue denim jumper over a long-sleeved 
white jersey, the sort of thing he'd never seen on tomboy Josie.  He 
didn't give it much thought - kids are different, that's all.  Still, 
he had to admit that the little girl looked awfully pretty, much more 
grown up than Josie.  What he didn't know was that Carmen couldn't 
resist using just a little makeup when she dressed Lita for school - 
not much, just a little lipstick applied to her full lips from a 
tissue.  Anything like eye shadow or mascara would have been too much, 
for the little girl's eyes were so big and her dark lashes so long that 
she had no need of enhancement - her face was already strikingly 
pretty.

But however mature Lita's appearance and wardrobe may have seemed, in 
mind and spirit she was still a little girl, an innocent, playful 
little girl who liked nothing better than playing games with her friend 
Josie and making milk moustaches, as they were both doing now in the 
kitchen amidst gales of giggles.  Dan walked into the kitchen and 
smiled as they grinned at him, like kittens looking up from a saucer of 
cream.

"So, what do you want to do today," he asked, crossing his arms over 
his chest.

"Candyland!" cried Josie.  It had been her favorite board game since 
she had been a toddler, and she was always looking for someone new to 
play it with.

"Good choice," said Dan.  "I guess you know where it is."

"Yep," Josie said.  "Same place, right?"

"Yes, in the cupboard under the book cases," said Dan.  "Do you want to 
play it here on the kitchen table?"

"Can we do it in the living room on the floor?" Josie asked.  "It's 
nice in there."

"Don't see why not," Dan said.  "I'll leave you to it, then."  He 
turned to go, pausing to touch Lita gently on the head.  "It's nice to 
see you again, dear," he said with a smile.  Then he returned to his 
study to resume reading.  He could hear the girls as they ran into the 
living room to begin their game.

About an hour later he was interrupted by Josie calling up to him from 
the living room.

"The mailman's here, Grandpa," she said.  "I heard him open the slot."

Dan left his study and went down the stairs.  "Thanks, Sweetie," he 
called as he made his way to the front door.  He picked up the pile of 
letters and circulars that had been dropped inside the door, then 
wandered into the living room and sat down in an easy chair near where 
the girls were playing Candyland.  He began to look over his mail, 
separating the important from the disposable.

"Yippee, Gumdrop Pass, I get the short-cut!" Josie cried.  Dan looked 
up as Josie moved her piece along the game board.  She was lying on her 
stomach on the rug as she reached across the board.  Lita was sitting 
opposite her, facing Dan.  Her legs were crossed lotus-style and she 
was leaning back on straight arms as she watched Josie.  The hem of her 
jumper had ridden up over her thighs and Dan realized that her 
underwear was peeking out from between her spread legs.  He quickly 
looked back down at the mail he was sorting, trying to concentrate.  He 
was blushing, and felt embarrassed.  After a minute of aimless paper 
shuffling he looked up again.  Lita was still leaning back, and her 
white cotton panties were still exposed.  He knew he shouldn't, but he 
couldn't help staring between the little girl's legs.  After a few 
seconds she shifted her position to take her turn, and pushed the hem 
of the jumper back down to the floor, ending the display.  Dan stood up 
and hastily left the room with his mail.  Entering his study he shook 
his head, angry with himself.  What the hell was that all about, he 
thought to himself.  He took a deep breath and looked out the window.  
Just caught me by surprise, that's all.  It could happen to anybody.  
Natural reaction to a pretty girl, no big deal, right?  Right.  He ran 
a hand through his hair and sat back down at the computer.

Later that night, after Diana had come by to pick up the girls, after 
the small talk, after their departure and he had busied himself with 
dinner, with clean-up, with empty, desultory TV, Dan lay in bed staring 
at the ceiling.  Dear Catherine; dear, departed, deeply churched 
Catherine, for whom sex had been first and foremost Original Sin, to be 
endured and tolerated for the sake of her husband.  Was that why now, 
alone in his bed, sleepless, fitful, in spite of self-reproach and 
denial, he could think of nothing but the smooth thighs of a pretty 
ten-year-old girl?  He tried to put that image out of his mind, but he 
couldn't - the memory of her parted legs, of the impression of her mons 
against the thin fabric of her panties, the way she leaned back with 
her legs spread wide and open to his view...

Enough, he thought, turning onto his stomach and seeking to clear his 
mind.  As he did he instantly became aware of his hardness pressing 
into the mattress.  He groaned and resolved to ignore it, and finally 
feel asleep.

* * * * *

It was a pleasure for Elena to be able to speak her native language 
after two years among the English-speaking Americans.  She was 
grateful to her adopted country for the opportunities it had afforded 
her, after the chaos of the last days of the Soviet Union, but 
nevertheless Odessa was still home to her.  And it was comforting to 
know that her sister Marina was well, and on schedule with her own 
plans to emigrate, if not to the United States then perhaps to Canada.

"How is she doing?" Marina asked.  "I don't hear much from her."

"Don't worry," Elena said, "your daughter is fine.  She likes her 
school and is adjusting well."

"Oh, that is good to hear," Marina said with relief.  "After the 
trouble here I was so glad you agreed to take her."

"Of course I took her!" Elena said.  "My own niece, of course I would.  
Nadya's a lovely child and so nice to have around."

"She doesn't miss Odessa?" asked Marina.

"A little, maybe, but not terribly.  She tells me that after the 
business collapsed there wasn't much for her to do, aside from getting 
into trouble.  She says she was happy when you told her she would go to 
America with me."

Marina hesitated.  "Does she ever speak of ... I mean, do you think she 
misses what she did here?"

"I don't think so," Elena said.  "We speak of it sometimes, but she 
doesn't seem to miss it.  And she's a smart girl, she knows that it's 
better not to mention it to the new friends she's made here."

"That's good," said Marina, "I'm glad.  Even though the business is 
going again, it's not what it was before.  Especially since you're not 
around anymore to coach the girls."

"The state isn't still cracking down?" Elena asked.  "I thought they 
had caved to pressure from the Americans."

"No, Kiev has been leaving us pretty much alone, since the publicity 
died down.  And in our new capitalistic regime, as long as there's a 
market there will be opportunities to satisfy demand.  There is no 
shortage of demand from men who like to see pretty girls."

Elena laughed.  "Yes, human nature doesn't care much about what 
politicians do!"

They spoke for a while longer, of friends and plans for the future.  
After she hung up the phone Elena was pensive, thinking of the past and 
of the business she had been a part of.  Not a partner in the business, 
as Marina had been, but more as a consultant.  Her special skills and 
insights had been useful.

Elena understood men.  In particular, she understood the desires of 
men, especially men with a taste for what Marina provided.  After 
Marina asked her to help during photography sessions with the girls, 
the result was that sales of their product had tripled.  Elena was able 
to instruct the girls, even girls as young as ten or eleven, how to 
pose for the camera in ways that appealed to certain kinds of men, ways 
that excited them greatly and left them with a craving to see more, 
which, of course, Marina's business was more than happy to supply - for 
a price.  Even after emigrating, Elena continued advising Marina's 
girls by means of email, with suggestions for poses and facial 
attitudes designed to excite their particular audience.  That had come 
to a halt when the business was closed, and Marina had gone into 
temporary retirement.  Soon after that Nadya had come to live with her 
in America.

Elena had enjoyed working with Marina and the girls.  It was not just 
her first-rate education and training that was valuable in that work.  
She had a natural instinct for the sexual manipulation of men, and 
practiced it with precision.  She knew how to provoke the desires of 
men who liked little girls, men who were excited by the sight of young 
girls teasing them and undressing for them, men addicted to 
masturbating to the pictures Marina provided and to the fantasies they 
provoked.  Of course Elena appreciated the money she made through her 
efforts with the girls, but that was of secondary importance to her.  
Her real fulfillment was in the knowledge that thousands of men were 
kept in a state of constant excitement, a continual cycle of sexual 
frustration and release that kept them always aroused but never 
completely satisfied.  She liked thinking about these men; she didn't 
know why, she just did.  It was simply a part of her own psychological 
makeup that she accepted.

* * * * *

Dan awoke late to a day of sunshine.  He showered and resolved to put 
the inner turmoil of yesterday out of his mind.  A new article, he had 
decided, yes, he would start researching a new article today.  Retired 
from teaching, yes, but out of ideas?  No, definitely not.  He resolved 
to put his new tool, this amazing internet, to good use.

An outline of an essay dealing with a comparison of the pre-Civil War 
underground railroad with the immigration issues of the present day was 
largely completed when the sound of the school bus in front of his 
house announced the arrival of his young charges.  He looked at his 
clock and was surprised at how quickly time had passed.  He was eager 
to continue work, and resolved to come back upstairs after he had 
checked in with the girls.  He went downstairs to greet them.

The girls were doffing their back packs as he descended the stairs.  
They grinned up at him.  His eyes went immediately to Lita, who was 
again wearing an outfit more feminine than Josie's, but quite different 
from the previous day's jumper.  Today, she was dressed in a skirt of 
pink and blue plaid that started low on her hips and extended to three 
inches above her knees.  It was snug as it passed down over her hips, 
and then flared out more loosely into pleats that swirled when she 
turned around.  On top she wore a pink t-shirt with a picture of 
Disney's Tinkerbelle character on the front, and was tucked into the 
belted waist of her skirt.  The shirt was a little big on her, so that 
its loose neckline was wide enough to show her collarbones and the tops 
of her shoulders.  On her feet were black patent leather shoes and 
white ankle socks with lacy ruffles, and today her dark hair was pulled 
back in a pony tail.

Dan followed the girls as they ran into the kitchen.  He decided to 
make a pot of coffee to take upstairs with him, doing his best to avoid 
colliding with the girls as they raced around getting their cookies and 
milk.  While the coffee was brewing Dan wandered around the kitchen 
with his hands in his pockets, humming to himself.  As he walked by 
Lita's chair where she sat across from Josie, he looked down, then 
quickly continued past her.   His heart was racing.  Looking down into 
the loose neckline of Lita's shirt he had seen the tops of her young 
breasts.  She was wearing no undershirt, so his view had been 
unimpeded.  Though still small, her breasts were smooth and firm with a 
narrow valley between them.  A subtle difference in coloration was 
evident at the line of demarcation between the tanned flesh on her 
upper chest and the paler shade further down, which a bathing suit 
would normally cover.  In spite of his resolve Dan turned and slowly 
walked by her again.  Although she was moving around, joking with 
Josie, he was still able to see her conical breasts jiggling under her 
shirt as she bounced in her seat.  A pink, puffy nipple was briefly 
visible.  He closed his eyes and hurried on, biting his lower lip.  
Fumbling with a cup and almost dropping it, he filled it and started 
back for the stairs.  He stopped when Josie called out to him.

"Grandpa, can we watch a video?"

"Um, sure," he said.  "What do you want to see?"

"My Little Mermaid."

"Okay," he said.  "Shall I put it on for you?"

"No, I can do it," she said as she and Lita got up from the table.

"Okay, then," said Dan.  "I guess I'll see you later."

"See ya!" called Josie.

"Yeah, see ya!" echoed Lita.

"See ya later alligator!" sang Josie.  Both girls thought this was 
hilarious, and were giggling as Dan walked up the stairs to his study.  
When he sat down at the computer his hands were trembling.

* * * * *

An hour passed and Dan wrote almost nothing.  He got up and went to 
look out the window.  He turned and walked around the room, stretching 
his arms upward, trying to relieve the tension he'd been feeling all 
afternoon.  I've been in this room too long, he thought.  It's feeling 
oppressive.  I think maybe I need a change of venue.  He went to the 
computer and pulled out the power supply cord that connected it to the 
"thingy", or transformer, that Diana had told him about.  The screen 
didn't change; the notes he had been working on were still displayed.  
Huh, he thought.  Amazing.  Diana had said that he could take the 
computer anywhere in the house and it would stay connected to the 
internet.  Well, time for a test, he thought.  He picked up the 
computer and stepped out of the room.  Downstairs he could hear the 
sound of the video the girls were watching.  Would that be distracting? 
he wondered.  Nah, he thought, it won't bother me.  Just need to get 
out of this room is all.

Holding the computer carefully in both hands he made his way down the 
stairs and into the living room.  The girls were lying on the floor 
watching the television and were too engrossed in the story to pay him 
any attention.  He quickly moved to his easy chair and sat down with 
the computer in his lap.  He started typing.  Then, he looked up at 
what was in front of him.

Both girls were lying on their stomachs facing the screen; Dan's chair 
was behind them, and the view he had of Lita was riveting.  She was 
watching the TV propped up on her forearms, and her plaid skirt had 
ridden up so that Dan found himself staring at her panty-clad bottom.  
The panties were bikinis, white and thin, with delicate pink lace 
scalloping along the edges, the tight fabric closely molding the firm 
globes of the little girl's well-rounded bottom.  Dan couldn't look 
away.  His eyes moved along her legs, down her smooth thighs to the 
lacy socks at her ankles, back up to her bottom and the creases at the 
tops of her thighs, exposed by the high cut of the tiny panties.  He 
found himself wondering what it would feel like to squeeze those plump 
little buttocks in his hands.  As he watched, holding his breath, the 
girl shifted her position, in the process moving her legs further 
apart, which gave him a view of the rounded mound between her legs.  He 
licked his lips, barely suppressing a moan.  Without realizing it, his 
hand moved to his lap.  Lita changed her position several times, but 
Dan always had a clear view up under her skirt as his hand moved slowly 
and almost imperceptibly.  His eyes never left her.

When the film ended Josie and Lita sat up and stretched.  Josie looked 
up at Dan.  "I guess you liked it, Grandpa," she said.

Dan started as if emerging from a trance.  He blushed and swallowed.  
"Liked ... what?" he said.

"My Little Mermaid.  You watched the whole movie with us!"

"Oh," Dan said.  "Well, I like keeping you company," he said with a 
forced smile.

"You're nice!" Josie said brightly.  She jumped up and ran to him, 
giving him a hug.  Lita was kneeling on the floor as she smoothed her 
skirt down over her knees.  She yawned.

"I'm tired," she said.

"Me too," said Josie.  "Let's go get another cookie."  The girls walked 
to the kitchen, while Dan remained in his chair.  He closed his laptop 
and stared at it for a few moments.  Then he got up and removed the DVD 
from the player and returned it to its place under the bookshelf.  He 
turned off the television, took a deep breath, and returned to his 
study.

Hours later, Daniel Bach sat in the same chair in his bathrobe, sipping 
his third scotch of the evening, looking down at the floor, recalling 
the afternoon's excitement, and asked the empty room, "Who am I?"  He 
carefully placed his glass on the table next to the chair, and moved 
his hands to the keyboard of the computer in his lap.  "Who am I?" he 
typed.  The search engine immediately responded with a list of pop-
psychology sites.  He smirked, then typed, "A man who looks at little 
girls' panties."  When the screen filled with links he clicked one at 
random and started to reach for his drink.  As the screen refreshed he 
slowly put the glass back on the table and stared.  Displayed on his 
laptop were pictures of little girls in their underwear - image after 
image of girls in panties of all colors and styles: tiny bikinis, 
briefs, hip-huggers, miniscule thongs.  Some wore undershirts, others 
tiny training bras, often no more than mere strips of cloth drawn 
straight across flat chests.  The girls ranged in age from early teens, 
perhaps thirteen or fourteen, down to elementary school-aged girls of 
about nine or ten.  Dan stared in amazement at the parade of images on 
his screen.  Though appearing innocent, the girls' poses had a 
suggestion of sly intent, of an awareness of the effect their pictures 
might have on men.  Dan swallowed hard, and looked down at himself.  
Opening his robe, he was confronted with the most massive erection he 
had ever had in his life: larger, certainly, than any he could remember 
during his time with Catherine, even bigger than those he had guiltily 
stroked as a teenager.  His penis was standing straight up from his lap 
in a rigid arc, its head taut and shining - it was excited and in need, 
quivering with anticipation, looming against the backdrop of smiling 
little girls who seemed eager to tease it to madness.  It was an 
epiphany: he realized he had been looking for this all his life.  "My 
God," he whispered.  "My good God."

Reaching for his glass, Dan held it up in a toast: "To me," he said 
aloud, and drank.  He had the answer to his question.

* * * * *

Always a creature of habit, Dan settled easily into a new regimen.  
During the day he worked on his article, frequently distracted by 
daydreams about Lita and wondering what she would be wearing today, his 
ear attuned to the approach of the school bus.  When the girls arrived 
he always found some excuse to hover near them, his eyes moving over 
Lita and her tantalizing skirts and dresses, her tight jeans and frilly 
blouses.  As he sat in his chair while the girls played or watched a 
video, he secretly fondled his erection behind a newspaper or his 
computer, giving silent thanks to Lita's mother for the wardrobe 
choices she made for her pretty daughter, for the guilty pleasure she 
provided him as he looked up the little girl's skirt, or stared at the 
swell of her young, developing breasts.  If she only knew what she's 
doing for me, he thought; my God, if she only knew!

Later in his study he would surf the internet and masturbate far into 
the night over the images that now consumed him.  He was amazed and 
enthralled by the variety of pictures that seemed to have been created 
for the express purpose of seducing and addicting him: little Japanese 
girls with innocent smiles lifting the skirts of their school uniforms 
to reveal pure white cotton  panties; girls frolicking on beaches in 
tiny bathing suits or even in just their underwear, wet and revealing; 
endless series of "non-nude" picture sets, in which scantily clad 
little girls had been taught to pose and smile in ways expressly 
designed to drive pedophiles mad with frustrated desire; and even 
pictures of little girls totally nude, almost always from web sites 
overseas, in which prepubescent girls were exposed to him in 
exquisitely revealing detail.  He didn't think of himself as a 
pedophile, but my God what those pictures did to him!  He entered into 
a kind of collaboration with the girls he masturbated to, helping them 
tease and tantalize him, keeping himself excited by "edging" his 
erection for hours until he could stand it no longer and surrendered to 
orgasms that filled the house with his cries of ecstasy.  Then he would 
collapse into bed and fall asleep thinking of the next day and of Lita.

Dan sat this evening in his study nursing a glass of Chivas and 
fondling his erection.  He understood that he wasn't alone in his new 
obsession.  At this very moment there were probably many thousands of 
men all over the world moaning with excitement and masturbating 
helplessly as they gazed at the same pictures to which he was becoming 
addicted.  The thought both appalled and thrilled him - so many lonely 
souls in private chambers, indulging in their secret, guilty pleasure, 
touching themselves while they stared at little girls who sought to 
make their sexual frustration even worse.  He cringed at the 
realization that he was becoming a member of that pathetic group!  But 
at the same time he felt a kind of communal bond with these men who 
were lusting over the same girls, masturbating right along with him.  
He looked down at his erection, and imagined all the others, all those 
hard and excited penises being stroked just like his.  He imagined them 
in the same room with him, jerking and moaning and staring at the same 
tantalizing little girl.

He took another sip of his scotch and brought up a picture of another 
girl.  He moaned as he took in her innocent beauty, and feathered his 
cock to tease it.  Through an inebriated haze he had a vision of all 
those other erections being worked, his community of fellow perverts - 
grasping their excited cocks was like a handclasp of fellowship across 
international borders.  They were joined by their cravings, by their 
need to torment themselves with adorable, unattainable young girls, and 
above all by the sweet pleasure they all understood so intimately.  He 
lifted his glass in a toast to his invisible co-masturbators.  
"Prosit!" he exclaimed, tossed back the remainder of the scotch and set 
to work in earnest on his ravished cock as he stared into the eyes of a 
little girl who was driving him mad.

And so it went, night after night.  But it took a toll.  He was not 
able to stay in bed after sunrise so his lack of sleep became chronic.  
He lost weight, and spent most of his waking hours fantasizing about 
the girls he saw on the internet, or about Lita: how he'd love to watch 
her as she got undressed for bed, what would it be like to give her a 
bath?

The crisis came one day about three months after the arrival of the 
computer.  "Grandpa?"  Dan sat up abruptly.  His eyes were unfocused as 
he looked around, confused.  He was sitting at the desk in his study, 
and Josie and Lita were looking at him.

"Wha-," he said.  "What's wrong?"

"You were asleep, Grandpa," Josie said.  "Lita and me knocked but you 
didn't come to the door."

"Oh," he said.  "I'm sorry, Sweetie, guess I just dozed off."  He 
rubbed his hands over his face and stood up.  "Who's for cookies?"

Two days later it happened again, and the day after that Diana 
confronted him about it.

"I'm worried about you, Dad," she said as they sat in the kitchen while 
the girls played in the living room.  "I thought the computer would 
help, but I think you're still depressed.  It seems to have gotten 
worse."

"No, really, I'm fine," he protested.  "There's nothing wrong with me."

"Look, Josie said she found you asleep twice this week.  That's not 
like you."  She touched his hand.  "And frankly, Dad, you're not 
looking well.  You look, I don't know, distracted, distant."

He looked at her and forced a laugh.  "I'm not distant," he said.  
"Look, I'm right here."

Diana didn't smile.  "It's no joke, Dad," she said.  "I really think 
you should see someone, someone trained to deal with depression."

Dan stood up and angrily gathered up their coffee cups and tossed them 
into the sink, almost breaking them.  "I'm not depressed," he almost 
shouted.  "Maybe - maybe I'm just working too hard on this fucking 
article!"

Diana stared at him.  He almost never used language like that.  She 
looked directly at him.  "The fact is," she said quietly and evenly, 
"the fact is that I'm becoming worried about whether it's a good idea 
for you to watch the girls.  If for whatever reason you can't stay 
awake, then maybe the responsibility is a bit too much for you."  She 
looked away from him.

Dan froze.  He moved back to the table and slowly sat back down.  He 
clasped his hands in front of him and looked around the room before he 
spoke.

"I...  Well, maybe I am depressed, I don't know.  It's true I haven't 
been sleeping so well, and... Well, maybe I should talk to someone, 
maybe that's a good idea.  Don't know who, though."  He looked up at 
Diana.  "It would be pretty lonely around here in the afternoon without 
them."  His eyes were moist.

Diana smiled gently and put her hand on his.  She of course had no idea 
about the actual reasons for his sleeplessness, or about why he enjoyed 
the girls' company.  But she also didn't realize that at that moment 
Dan himself was experiencing profound misgivings over what had been 
happening to him during the past several weeks.  He was no fool, and he 
recognized that the direction he'd been taking was not a good one; he 
was falling down a dark well, or at least teetering at its edge.  He'd 
been wandering in a waking dream, and Diana's warning was cold water in 
his face.

"So," he said with a resigned sigh, "who do I talk to?  I don't know 
anyone."

Diana brightened.  "Well, I do!" she said.  "It just so happens that I 
met a really good therapist at one of the discussion groups I attend, a 
specialist in depression, as a matter of fact."

"Yeah?" said Dan.  "What's his name?"

"Doctor Salenko.  Here..."  She handed him a business card.  "Doctor 
Elena Salenko."

Dan looked at the card.  "A woman?" he said.

"Yes, a woman," Diana said.  "There are woman doctors now, you know!"

"Oh, I know," Dan said.  "I'm not a Neanderthal, I wouldn't hold her 
gender against her."

"So will you call her?"  She winked.  "She's also very good looking, by 
the way."

"Ha!" Dan scoffed.  "Hardly relevant.  Especially for an old coot like 
me!"

"So you'll call her?"

"Yeah, okay, I will."

"Promise?"

"Yes, damn it, I will!"

"Good!"  Diana gave him a hug and kissed his cheek.  "Thank you," she 
said.  "I'm really glad.  For you and for me."

Dan walked her to the door.  "Uh, and tomorrow afternoon ...?"

"They'll be here.  Same arrangement, at least for now."  She punched 
him on the arm.  "Just stay awake, okay?  And call the doctor?"

"Deal," he said.

* * * * *

The address to which he had been directed over the phone was in an 
older, fairly upscale part of town.  The streets were broad and tree-
lined, with a motley assortment of houses that ranged from the shabbily 
quaint to the elegant.  They were not the homes of the super rich, but 
rather of those who were comfortable enough and interested more in good 
taste than in ostentation.  More than a century of styles was 
represented, and the result was an eclectic gathering of dwellings that 
suggested a community of independent people.

He stood on the sidewalk regarding the house.  It was built like a 
Victorian summer cottage, large and rambling with a wrap-around porch 
that gave it an expansive air.  It had two floors, with pairs of 
dormers at both the front and rear of the upper storey.  It was well 
kept, and had been recently painted a subtle shade of clay green, with 
surprising, playful touches of brighter colors around the trim and 
windows.  Dan found it very inviting.

The voice on the phone had been warm and melodious, a deep alto with an 
unusual but pleasing accent.  Doctor Salenko said she would be happy to 
meet with him at his convenience, and they had agreed on an appointment 
at 6:00 PM the following Friday.  Now, a few minutes early, he followed 
the walkway to the porch stairs with a mixture of curiosity and 
apprehension.  He had almost canceled the appointment, but because of 
his promise to Diana had decided to go through with it.  The problem he 
was wrestling with even now as he approached the house was how much he 
should reveal to this person, a perfect stranger who might not be at 
all sympathetic when he told of what had brought him here.  He had 
resolved to be honest, since he knew that successful therapy depended 
on that, but just how much should he reveal?  Well, he could talk about 
the internet thing; that's a pretty common problem these days, isn't 
it?  Not all that weird, right?  As for the rest of it - the thing with 
Lita - maybe he'd better not say anything about that, too dicey.  He'll 
just - oh, just play it by ear.  He mounted the steps and rang the 
bell.  After about a minute Dr. Salenko herself opened the door.

She was a tall woman of about forty, wearing a lavender cashmere 
sweater over a fitted navy blue skirt.  Her dark blonde hair was cut 
short, not severe or mannish but rather in a tousled pageboy that 
suggested a subdued playfulness.  She had a full mouth and high 
cheekbones, with large gray eyes that were piercing and intelligent.  
The sweater and short skirt emphasized her trim yet voluptuous figure.

"Mr. Bach, come in, please!" she said warmly, taking his hand.  She 
stepped back to allow him to enter, and pointed to a room to the right 
just inside the door.  "In here, please," she said.

The room was spacious and comfortable, with a large mahogany desk in 
front of a window facing the door.   A bookcase was built into the wall 
on the right, and against the opposite wall was a small couch and a 
round coffee table with a box of tissues.  An upholstered chair faced 
the couch at an angle off to the side.  Next to the couch was a small 
table supporting what appeared to be a flat screen computer monitor.  
Dan removed his jacket and placed it at the end of the couch.

"Please, sit," Dr. Salenko said, indicating the couch.  She sat facing 
him in the chair.  As he sat he looked at the tissues on the coffee 
table.

"Expecting tears?" he said with an ironic smile.

"It happens," she said.  "Not in all cases, of course, but sometimes 
they are needed."

He looked at her with a curious cock of his head.  "Russian?" he asked.

She smiled.  "No," she said, "but close.  I was born in Ukraine.  I 
hope my accent is not difficult to understand."

"Oh, no," he said, "not at all.  Really, it's hardly noticeable at 
all!"

"Well," she said, "I've been in this country for some years, and it's 
my business to talk with people, so I suppose I've had a lot of 
practice."  She flashed him a brilliant smile, then took up a clipboard 
and a pen from the table and handed it to him.  "I'd like you to fill 
this out," she said.  "It's a standard medical history form - childhood 
diseases, current health problems if any, medications you're taking, 
and so on."  Dan took the form and filled it out as directed, then 
handed it back to Dr. Salenko.  She took it from him and walked to her 
desk, where she exchanged it for a spiral bound notebook.  She walked 
slowly, and Dan watched her appreciatively, as her hips swayed 
gracefully from side to side and her buttocks flexed under her tight, 
rather short skirt.  He dropped his eyes as she turned to walk back to 
him, silently castigating himself for what he took to be inappropriate 
behavior on his part.  She's your therapist, for Christ's sake!  Get a 
grip.  When she reached him she sat back down in the chair facing him.

"So," she said, "what brings you to me?"

Dan hesitated.  "Well," he began, "it's a little embarrassing to talk 
about, but I suppose you could say I have a bit of a, uh, well I guess 
you might call it a problem with a sort of addiction."  He paused, 
looking very uncomfortable.  Before he went on Dr. Salenko spoke.

"Mr. Bach, I want you to understand that anything you say to me is in 
the strictest confidence, and will never be shared with anyone else.  
And you should not be embarrassed by anything you have to say.  Believe 
me, Mr. Bach, it is quite impossible to shock me!"

Dan smiled.  "Well, that's a relief to hear.  Please call me  'Dan', by 
the way.  I think I'd be more comfortable with that."

"Of course," she said.  She took up her notebook again.  "So, Dan, a 
sort of addiction?..."

He sighed.  "Okay," he said, "it's like this - it's something I guess 
is pretty common these days.  You probably get a lot of poor dopes in 
here for the same thing."  Dr. Salenko said nothing, so he continued.  
"I received a gift recently from my daughter - you know her, I 
believe."

"Diana, yes, I do."

"Well, she meant well - thought I was depressed, I guess - so she gave 
me a computer, one of those little ones that sit on your lap.  She also 
taught me about the Internet, quite marvelous, actually, I had never 
seen it in action before.  Well, I started playing with it, you know - 
I'm actually an academic researcher by profession, history - or at 
least I was before I retired - and..."  He paused, and ran his hand 
over his hair, looking at Dr. Salenko sheepishly.  "Well, the fact is I 
came upon some ... material ... that maybe I shouldn't have been 
looking at, and - well, I guess I became fascinated with it, maybe too 
fascinated."

"Material?  Could you be more specific?"

He took a deep breath.  "Okay," he said, "it was pornography.  Pretty 
embarrassing for an old guy like me to admit, but there it is.  Must be 
a pretty dreary, boring issue for you these days."

Dr. Salenko put down her notebook and looked at him.  "Dan, there is 
nothing about human behavior that bores me.  It's true that some 
problems afflict many people, and that certain sets of problems become 
more prevalent than others from time to time, but this does not bore 
me.  It fascinates me, to use your word, because it illustrates the 
diversity and eccentricities of human passions, as well as the action 
of natural impulses that we all share.  No, I don't find the issue 
boring, and, above all, I do not judge."

Dan was silent for a few moments.  "I guess I'm a little surprised to 
find you so ... understanding, Dr. Salenko.  I suppose I was expecting 
to have a finger wagged at me!"  He smiled at her.  "You're very 
articulate, by the way," he added.

"Thank you," she said.  "I assumed from your background that it would 
not be necessary to simplify my remarks to you."  She took up the 
notebook again.  "What is your martial status, Dan?"

"My wife died five years ago," he said softly.

"Oh!  I'm so sorry," she said gently.  "Have you had any other 
relationships with women since your wife's passing?"

"No, I just - well, I guess I just haven't felt the need, or at least 
the desire, to get involved with someone else.  Maybe I just don't have 
the energy."

"How old are you, Dr. Bach ... Dan?"

"Fifty-four."

"So you have not been sexually active for a number of years.  You have 
not met other women you find attractive?"

"No, I can't say that I have."  He almost added, "until today," but he 
caught himself in time.

"And the pornography that you discovered on the Internet, did you find 
it stimulating?  Did it arouse you?"

Dan moved uncomfortably on the couch.

"Um, yes, I guess it did."

"Did you - do you - masturbate while watching it?"

Dan looked around the room, his face turning red.  He swallowed hard.  
"Oh what the hell - yes, I did.  I do."  He looked at Dr. Salenko 
shyly.

"And are you able to achieve a satisfying erection when you masturbate?  
Do you achieve orgasm?"

He started to say something, but just nodded.

"All right," she said, looking at her notes, "you are a male of fifty-
four, in good health, without the responsibility or the emotional 
support of a wife, apprehensive of new romantic relationships, possibly 
still in mourning, yet in possession of an undiminished libido and 
responsive to visual sexual stimuli that enable you to engage in highly 
pleasurable and satisfying acts of autoeroticism.  Is that accurate?"

"Sounds like me," he said, smiling weakly.

"So, Daniel," she said, leaning forward.  "What is the problem?"

He blinked, then laughed self-consciously.  "Well, when you put it that 
way I guess it doesn't sound so bad.  But the problem isn't one of 
quality, I think - it's quantity.  The addiction part.  I've become 
too, too - I don't know, too dependent on it.  It's sort of taken over 
my life.  I stay up late, don't get enough sleep, fall asleep during 
the day when I should be looking after - other things - neglect the 
writing I'm trying to do.  I'd call this a kind of addiction, wouldn't 
you?"

"Perhaps," she said.  "And, certainly, if you are feeling distress, 
then yes, that is a problem that we should address.  Is this an issue 
you would like to pursue with me?"

"Well, yes.  It's the reason I'm here, actually."

Dr. Salenko thought for a moment.  "Very well," she said.  "I'm happy 
to work with you on this matter, and I'm quite confident that I can 
help you.  Before we start, however, I must ask that you consent to my 
setting the direction of our work in whatever way I see fit."

Dan shrugged.  "Of course," he said.  "You're the doctor."

Dr. Salenko nodded.  "Good.  I will tell you at the outset that some of 
the techniques I employ are somewhat non-traditional, but I find that 
they can be very effective nonetheless.  Do I have your trust in these 
matters?"

Dan regarded her for a few moments, then said, "Yes, you do.  
Absolutely - I'm in your hands, as they say."

"You're quite sure?"

"Yes."

Dr. Salenko smiled and stood up.  "Excellent," she said.  "We should 
get started right away.  Excuse me a moment, would you?"

"Yes, of course," Dan said as Dr. Salenko walked to her desk and took a 
square envelope from a drawer.  She returned and moved the end table 
with the computer monitor that was next to the couch so that it faced 
Dan where he was sitting on the couch.  Dan could see now that on a 
shelf below the monitor was a small computer.

"The first thing we must do," she said, "is to find out just who this 
interesting person named Daniel Bach is."  She removed a CD-ROM from 
the envelope she carried and inserted it into the computer.  Then she 
surprised Dan by sitting down on the couch next to him.  She reached 
down and pressed a key on the computer.

"What is that?" he asked.

"You'll see," she said smiling.  "Just watch."  After a few seconds a 
picture appeared on the monitor.  It was of a woman, a brunette with 
large breasts and wide hips wearing a black brassiere and a garter belt 
supporting black stockings, and lacy red panties.  She was smiling and 
squeezing her breasts as she looked out at the viewer.

"Oh my!" said Dan.  The picture changed: the woman licked her lips as 
she hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her panties.

"This is just a small test to ascertain the nature of your sexual 
responses, Daniel," Dr. Salenko said.  "It won't take long."  The slide 
show went on as the woman continued her strip tease.  "Now just relax, 
and allow me to..."  As Dan watched the screen she turned toward him 
and placed her right hand on his crotch.

He stiffened and turned to look at her, shocked.  "What ..." he 
sputtered.  He looked at her, his eyes wide, a half-smile of 
embarrassment on his reddening face.  She reached forward and paused 
the slide show.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Daniel, I should have warned you.  I need to monitor 
your reactions.  Often a plethysmograph is used to take such 
measurements, but I don't like using them.  I find that manual contact 
is much more informative."

"A plethys...?"

"Yes, a penile plethysmograph.  It is supposed to measure changes in 
volume of the penis during arousal, but I don't believe it is at all 
reliable.  The hand of an experienced therapist is much more sensitive, 
especially for simple tests like this one, where only a rough 
indication is required."  She touched his arm gently.  "I am sorry if I 
startled you.  I really should have given you warning."

"Oh, it's ... it's all right," said Dan.  "It just surprised me, that's 
all."

Dr. Salenko sat up straight and put her hands on her knees.  "Listen," 
she said, "why don't we take a quick break, and I'll get us some tea.  
Do you drink tea?"

"Uh, sure," he said.  "Usually coffee, but I like tea as well."

"Good," she said.  "I have a very nice blend that should relax you."  
She stood and started for the door.  "I won't be long," she said as she 
left the room.

As Dan waited for her to return, he gradually got over the surprise she 
had given him, and his breathing returned to normal.  He looked around 
the room and then at the computer.  He considered continuing the slide 
show, but decided against it immediately.  After a couple of minutes 
Dr. Salenko returned carrying a tray with a tea pot and two cups and 
set it down on the coffee table next to the box of tissues.

"Here we are," she said.  "Sugar and lemon?  Cream?"

"Yes, lemon please," Dan said, taking a cup from her.  He took a sip.  
"Very nice," he said.  They sat in silence for a couple of minutes as 
he sipped.  The tea was in fact very relaxing.

"Good," she said finally, "let us continue, shall we?"  Dan put his cup 
on the coffee table and nodded.  She reached down and started the 
computer slide show from the beginning, then moved closer to him and 
again placed her hand between his legs.  "Now, just relax," she said 
softly as the parade of sexual images resumed.

Dan wasn't sure how long the session lasted.  The pictures displayed 
were varied, ranging from simple images of nude women to hard core 
scenes in which combinations of women and men engaged in sexual acts of 
all sorts.  Through it all Dr. Salenko's hand rested lightly on his 
crotch, her fingers pressing gently against his penis through the 
fabric of his trousers.  After a while he didn't even notice it as he 
watched the progression of images.  At one point he thought he heard 
the front door to the house open and close, but Dr. Salenko took no 
notice of it.  Occasionally she sat up to refill his cup and have him 
take a few sips, then resumed watching with him, her hand probing 
gently between his legs.

He reacted to the pictures in varying degrees; some of them didn't 
interest him at all, others a bit more so.  When a series of pictures 
of young girls in their underwear suddenly appeared, however, his penis 
began to swell immediately.  Dr. Salenko noticed this, and reached 
forward to slow the sequence of pictures.  Warm and relaxed and without 
realizing it, Dan sighed contentedly in pleasure as image after image 
of sweet pretty girls, teenaged and younger, paraded before him.  Dr. 
Salenko put her hand on him again, noting and gauging the effect the 
girls were having on him.  Her fingers moved slightly, her hand now 
seeming not so much to monitor his erection as to encourage it.

* * * * *

"There, we're done for now," Dr. Salenko said, turning off the 
computer.  Dan blinked and sat up, slightly groggy.

"Whew," he said, "I must have dropped off for a minute there!"

"No," Dr. Salenko laughed, "you were just relaxed, very relaxed.  We 
had a good session."

"I guess your tea did the trick.  What's in it?"

"Oh, it's essentially chamomile, which is in fact a bit of a soporific, 
plus a few other ingredients.  The result of some experimentation on my 
part."

"So, what do we do now?" he asked.

"Well, we will set up another appointment, and I will give you some 
tasks to do at home - an assignment, as it were."

"Okay," he said, standing up from the couch.  "But before that, could I 
use your ... uh, your facilities?  I'm not used to drinking so much 
tea."

"Of course," she said.  "You'll find a bathroom at the end of the hall, 
to the right outside the door."

Dan opened the door and walked a little unsteadily down the hall.  
Halfway to the end of the passage there was an open door on his right.  
He slowed as he passed, looking into the room.  It was a small bedroom, 
and in the center of it a girl stood with her back to him.  She was 
dressed only in lacy underwear - matching lavender panties and 
brassiere - and although he couldn't see her face he judged from her 
stature and the firm, trim lines of her figure that she was a young 
teenager, perhaps fourteen or fifteen years old, with loose, blond hair 
that hung to her shoulders.  As he watched she reached behind her back 
and unhooked the brassiere, tossing it onto the bed in front of her.  
Dan lowered his gaze and continued quickly down the hall, moving as 
quietly as he could.  He wondered about her as he went into the 
bathroom.  She had evidently been the one he heard come into the house 
earlier.  The erection he had gotten during the session with Dr. 
Salenko had begun to subside, but the brief glimpse he had of this 
unknown girl renewed it, and it took a while before he was able to 
urinate.  The door was closed when he passed the room again on his way 
back to Dr. Salenko's office.

He found her seated in the chair by the couch, writing in her notebook.  
She smiled at him as he entered, and put down the notebook.

"So," she said, "you seem to have survived our first session, 
regardless of the shock of my unorthodox approach.  Are you having 
second thoughts about continuing?"

"No," he said as he sat down on the couch.  "I'm game if you are."  He 
made a show of feeling his arms and chest.  "No serious wounds, as far 
as I can tell."

She smiled broadly.  "Good!" she said.  "I'm so glad."

They decided that they would meet on a regular basis, 7:00 PM on 
Fridays, convenient for both of them.  As they were talking there was a 
knock on the door.  When Dr. Salenko responded with a "Come in," the 
door opened and a girl entered, the same girl Dan had seen a few 
minutes earlier. 

"YA ukhozhu , tetya Yelena..."

"English, Nadya," Dr. Salenko interrupted.

"Oh, yes, izvinite" the girl said.  "I am going out, Aunt Elena," she 
said slowly and carefully.

"Where?"

"To the house of Lisa my friend."

Dr. Salenko nodded.  Then she gestured toward Dan and said, "Say hello 
to Mr. Bach, Nadya."  Dan stood up.  Noticing him for the first time, 
the girl came into the room and approached him.  She was very pretty, 
with high, Slavic cheekbones and wide-set gray eyes the same shade as 
Dr. Salenko's.  Her skin was very fair, with a slight sprinkling of 
freckles across the bridge of her nose, and her lips were of a pinkish 
hue, although she was wearing no lipstick or gloss.  A slight overbite 
gave the impression of a little pout on her lips, the lower one of 
which was slightly fuller than the upper.  The only defect in her 
almost perfect face was a small chip in her upper left incisor, which 
far from being unpleasant instead called attention to her mouth, and 
her soft, parted lips.  Her fine blond hair, parted in the middle, had 
been pulled back into twin ponytails tied with multi-colored elastics, 
and she was dressed in tight denim jeans with a pink half-tee that 
exposed her midriff.  She smelled of lilacs.

"How do you do, sir, I am very pleasing to meet you," she said, 
extending her hand.

Dan smiled.  "I'm pleased to meet you too, Nadya," he said, taking her 
hand.  "You speak English very well."  She blushed and lowered her eyes 
shyly.

"Thank you.  I try to learn."  She smiled and returned to the door.

"Not too late, Nadya," Dr. Salenko called after her.

"No, not late."  She looked at Dan.  "Poka," she said, and waved.  Dan 
waved back.

"Your daughter?" Dan asked after she'd left.

"My niece," Dr. Salenko answered.  "I'm looking after her until her 
mother arrives."

"Nice girl," Dan said.  "Very pretty."

Dr. Salenko smiled.  "Yes."

"Well, I guess I should be going, too," Dan said, retrieving his jacket 
from the couch.  "Uh, your fee?" he asked.

"I shall bill you," Dr. Salenko said.  "But we are not quite done for 
today, Daniel" she said, removing the CD from the computer and carrying 
it back to her desk.  She opened another drawer and took from it an 
envelope like the first and brought it to Dan, handing it to him.  
"Your assignment," she said.

"My assignment?"

"Yes.  You will find on this CD images like the ones that elicited the 
most favorable responses from you today.  I would like you to look them 
over, study them, and determine which of them have the strongest appeal 
for you.  Will you do that?"

"Well, I guess I can do that," Dan said, taking the envelope from her.  
He smiled wryly.  "But I imagine I shouldn't look at them the same way 
I did the ones that got me here in the first place.  You know, not use 
them the same way.  I guess that goes without saying!"

"On the contrary," responded Dr. Salenko.  "I want you to use them in 
exactly the same way.  I want you to allow yourself to become excited 
by these images, and to do everything you can to make that excitement 
more intense.  Masturbate to them, as I am sure you will want to, and 
identify those that provide you with the most extreme arousal and 
pleasure.  Then, when you return next week, you will show me which 
pictures most excited you, and describe the feelings they provoked in 
you.  After that, we shall decide the best course of action to deal 
with those feelings."  Dan stared at her.  "Can you do that for me, 
Daniel?" she asked softly.

"I ... sure, yes, I will.  Doctor's orders, right?"

"Good," she said, taking his hand.  "Till next week, then."

"Yes, till next week," he said.  "Thank you, Dr. Salenko."  He turned 
to go, but she held onto his hand for a moment longer.

"Elena," she said.

* * * * *

Driving home, Dan's feelings were mixed, confused.  Was therapy 
supposed to be this - well, this enjoyable?  He had expected a serious, 
somber professional, advising him on matters of behavior control and 
addiction avoidance, maybe even a line of self-help psycho-babble!  
Instead, he was still feeling the warm, sweet ache of a subsiding 
erection and had been told, even encouraged, to indulge himself even 
more.  He wondered whether this was valid psychological practice, or 
even ethical.  But the thought that the CD he carried might have more 
of what he had just seen in the doctor's office easily overpowered 
whatever qualms and doubts he might have about Dr. Salenko's 
techniques.  Yes, he would check out this CD.  In fact, he could hardly 
wait.  Those girls ... oh my God!

He almost went mad that night.  The girls on this CD got to him - they 
aroused him, teased him, taunted him with firm young bodies displayed 
in ways that left no doubt they were there just to get him excited, 
just for his masturbation pleasure.  Young girls bending over to give 
peeks of cleavage that was just beginning to develop, lifting their 
skirts to reveal tight, thin panties while they stuck out their tongues 
at him, laughing and giggling, making fun of his lust and his need.  
They lounged in chairs wearing transparent lingerie, spreading their 
legs and smiling at him from under hooded lids, urging his cock-
stroking on with merciless teasing.  There were girls of all 
nationalities, it seemed, blue-eyed blondes, dark-eyed Latin beauties, 
giggling oriental schoolgirls.  There was even a girl who looked like a 
younger version of Dr. Salenko's niece, although he knew that was 
impossible.  Occasionally there were candid pictures of unsuspecting 
girls, shots taken with hidden cameras looking up under their skirts, 
provoking Dan's latent voyeurism and making him almost drool with 
excitement as a girl was followed down a city street while a daring 
pervert of a photographer captured image after image of her firm young 
thighs and lacy pink underwear.  He remembered Dr. Salenko's - Elena's 
- gentle touch, the thrilling movement of her hand; she had told him 
she wanted him to do this, had actually encouraged him to masturbate to 
the pictures she gave him.  Thinking about that got him even more 
excited.  He was almost embarrassed to find himself moaning and 
stroking his hard penis as he watched girls no more than 10 or 11 
taking off their clothes - almost.  He was far too excited to be 
embarrassed; he went late into the night before he finally allowed 
himself to climax.  Then he collapsed into bed and was asleep 
instantly.

The next day, Saturday, he slept late - very late.  He decided that 
he'd better stay away from his computer for a while, since he was 
actually sore from his masturbation marathon of the previous night and 
early morning hours.  It wasn't too difficult, since it was well past 
noon when he finally arose, and then busied himself with chores around 
the house and some shopping.  Towards evening, however, he began to 
feel restless, and memories of the girls waiting for him on the CD were 
causing an erection to stir once again.  But he managed to resist this 
with the help of a video he had picked up while shopping, a silly 
comedy that at least allowed him to put aside for a while the nagging 
desire he felt to return to the lovely creatures on the CD.  He also 
indulged in more than his usual evening ration of scotch, so by the 
time the video was done he was quite ready to go to bed.  It took him a 
while to fall asleep, though, because memories of the girls taunted him 
in his bed.  Finally, however, he dropped off.

He awoke early the next morning, just after sunrise.  It had been a 
warm night, and he had thrown off his blankets so that only the top 
sheet was covering him.  He noticed immediately that he had an erection 
pressing up against the sheet.  He often had "morning wood" that 
usually went away as soon as he got up and didn't seem to have anything 
to do with arousal or desire.  This time, however, he was definitely 
aroused, and his thoughts immediately went to the CD.  He tried to 
resist again, but he was soon back at his computer, fondling himself 
while he stared at one of the girls who had captivated him the night 
before last, the one he would report to Dr. Salenko as his favorite.  
She was young, perhaps twelve or thirteen, with dark, curly hair that 
framed her face in loose disarray.  She was dressed only in a flimsy 
teddy nightgown and transparent panties, both black, and she wore red 
lipstick that provided a startling contrast to her innocent, 
unblemished features, a little girl pretending to be grown up.  She 
posed on an easy chair, assuming various positions, gradually opening 
her legs wider as the series of images progressed.  Dan loved watching 
her, his eyes devouring her young, developing body, thrilling as her 
gradually parting legs promised better views of what nestled between 
them, and when she turned in profile the curves of high young breasts 
could be seen showing through the translucent fabric of the teddy.  But 
what really got to him, what excited him terribly, was the look on her 
face.  She was gazing out at the viewer - at him - with the most 
knowing smile, almost a smirk, a look that told him she knew exactly 
why he was looking at her, knew what he was doing as she posed for him 
in her skimpy costume.  Her eyes were languid and heavy-lidded, her 
upper lip curled in an almost derisive smile as she displayed herself 
to what she certainly knew were hundreds if not thousands of aroused 
and probably sexually frustrated men all over the world, men like Dan, 
men with their penises in their hands, pleasuring themselves as the 
little vixen on the screen encouraged them to stroke and to strain 
their eyes in the attempt to see through the thin, transparent fabric 
covering the small mound between her legs.  When she grinned wickedly 
and touched the tip of her tongue to her upper lip Dan moaned loudly in 
surrender, and covered his hand with his sperm.  His orgasm was 
exquisite, but not the last of the day.

* * * * *

When he awoke on Monday morning, he assumed that his long sessions of 
self-indulgence over the weekend would dampen his interest in 
babysitting for Josie and Lita today.  After all, he was starting to 
get on in years, and there's only so much excitement a guy his age 
could sustain!  But as the afternoon approached he sensed that he was 
looking forward to the girls' arrival with even more anticipation than 
before.  Then he realized with a start that the little girl from the CD 
who had so captivated him bore a striking resemblance to Lita - he was 
amazed that he hadn't noticed it right away.  Now his wait for the 
school bus became agonizing, and was accompanied by the continual 
twitch of an awakening erection.

When the girls finally arrived, Dan had to force himself not to race 
headlong down from his study to greet them.  He managed a leisurely 
shuffle down the stairs, and smiled pleasantly as he said hello.  The 
girls of course did not notice the bulge in his trousers as they ran 
past him into the kitchen.  He gave them a couple of minutes to get 
their snacks and then wandered into the kitchen himself.  They were 
removing raincoats as he entered, and shaking water out of their hair.

"Yukie weather!" Josie said as she picked her raincoat off the floor 
where she had dropped it and draped it over the back of a chair.  
"Guess we'll stay inside today."  The two friends would occasionally 
take walks around the neighborhood or sit on Dan's rear deck if the 
weather was good.  But not today.

"I'm sure you'll find something to do," Dan said.  "You always do."

"Oh, yes," Josie said.  "Lita brought a video from home we can watch.  
It's about pirates!"  Dan smiled and nodded.  "You can watch it with us 
if you want," Josie added.

"Well, I do have some work I need to do," Dan answered.  "But I may sit 
with you for a little while."

"Cool!" Josie said, as she and Lita set about devouring their snack.

Dan went back upstairs to his study.  Elena's CD was still in his 
computer, and he scanned through it until he reached the images he had 
spent so much time enjoying over the weekend.  When he heard the DVD 
player begin to play in the living room, he picked up the laptop and 
brought it downstairs where he took up his usual position in his chair, 
behind the girls where they lay stretched out watching the television 
screen.  They turned to look up at him as he sat down.

"It's just starting," Josie said.  "You didn't miss anything."

"Well, good," Dan said, adjusting the computer on his lap.  The girls 
turned back to the television.  In an unconscious gesture of modesty, 
Lita pulled the hem of the little denim jumper she wore down to cover 
her legs as much as possible.  This didn't trouble Dan; he knew from 
experience that her reactions to the film and her animated giggling 
with Josie would cause her skirt to ride up gradually, affording him 
the views he had come to crave so much.  He wasn't disappointed.  Soon, 
as he stared avidly, more and more of the little girl's legs were 
uncovered as her skirt moved upward with every shift in her position, 
until he was gazing once again at the back of her parted thighs and the 
snug white cotton panties that encased her enticing bottom.  This time, 
however, he had added some spice of his own.  As he watched Lita, he 
also browsed through the pictures of the nasty little model that 
resembled her, looking back and forth between Lita's innocent display 
on the floor and the tantalizing tease on the screen in his lap.  He 
bit his lower lip as he watched Lita's skirt moving ever higher, and 
the girl in the images open her legs wider as she taunted him.  He was 
wearing loose sweat pants, and he was able to push down its elastic 
waistband to free his fully erect penis.  Hidden from the girls' view 
by the laptop's screen should they happen to look back, he delicately 
played with his cock, giving it light, teasing strokes as he stared 
hungrily at the two similar girls who were driving him near crazy with 
lust.  He almost moaned out loud at the sight of his stiff erection 
standing up straight and throbbing against the backdrop of a cock-
teasing model and an innocent little girl with her skirt pulled up 
almost to her waist.  He imagined that the fingers tantalizing his cock 
were not his but Lita's, imagined her keeping him on the very edge of 
erupting with a wicked, knowing touch.  Halfway through the film he 
found it necessary to hurry back upstairs to his study, where he bit on 
a couch cushion to stifle his cries as he masturbated to an explosive 
orgasm.  It was some time before he was able to compose himself enough 
to return downstairs to rejoin the girls and await Diana's arrival.

This became his routine for most of the week, until Friday.  The 
weather was fine that day, and Josie announced that she and Lita wanted 
to sunbathe on the deck; they had even brought their bathing suits for 
the purpose.  So, after they changed in the bathroom - with Dan wishing 
he could have been a fly on the wall watching them - they proceeded to 
the deck at the rear of the house and arranged themselves on towels.  
At first Dan was disappointed that he wouldn't be able to continue his 
sessions on the chair behind the girls, but he decided that this break 
in routine was probably for the best; he'd finally be able to get some 
work done!  Still, he couldn't resist going to the window overlooking 
the deck, just for one little peek.  The girls were rubbing sun block 
on each other, and he felt a pang of jealousy as he watched Josie's 
hands move slowly up and down the backs of Lita's thighs, squeezing 
them and rubbing the viscous lotion onto her firm, tender flesh.  
Enough! he thought, and went upstairs to his study.

It wasn't long, however, before he found an excuse to return downstairs 
- he needed to get more coffee.  After pouring himself another cup, he 
wandered over to the deck window where he spent several minutes 
watching Lita as she lay on her stomach, his eyes roaming over the 
gently swelling curves of her young body.  Her one-piece bathing suit 
was cut high on the sides, and covered only half of the globes of her 
firm, round bottom.  He finally managed to tear himself away and 
returned to his writing.  It was difficult to concentrate, however.  He 
could think of nothing but that beautiful firm bottom, of Lita's parted 
lips as she lay with closed eyes luxuriating in the sun.

He was soon back at the window, to find that she had turned onto her 
back, affording him an exciting view of the raised, cleft mound between 
her legs, molded tightly by the thin blue latex of the suit.  He spent 
the remainder of the afternoon trying to work, but always returning to 
the window to be teased and excited yet again.  Later, when it was time 
to leave for his appointment with Dr. Salenko, his heart was still 
quickened by memories of the girl as she lay enticing and innocent in 
the sun.

* * * * *

"So, Daniel," Dr. Salenko said as she served tea, "before we proceed 
I'd like to explain to you what I hope to accomplish in our sessions.  
I indicated last time that my methods differ somewhat from the norm, 
and I think I should expand on that in more detail."

Dan sipped his tea, finally relaxing after his stimulating but 
frustrating afternoon.  "Sure," he said.  "I'd be interested in hearing 
about that."  Dr. Salenko put her cup on the table and began to speak.

"As you probably know, therapy of this kind usually involves what has 
come to be known as behavior modification."  Dan nodded.  Yes, he had 
heard of that.  "This technique is based on the idea that what is 
important in dealing with problematical actions is changing the 
behavior itself, regardless of what the underlying causes may be.  To 
this end, a patient is led through a series of exercises to an 
awareness of the steps through which he passes that lead to the problem 
behavior.  The patient may in fact be unaware of these steps, or that 
he is following a pattern that often repeats itself.  In addition to 
becoming aware of these unconscious steps, the patient is also led to 
recognize particular situations or places in which he his particularly 
vulnerable to temptation, where he is most likely to take the first 
step in the series that can lead to trouble. Following me so far?"

Dan nodded.  "Yes," he said, "I think I can recognize similar patterns 
in my own behavior, in fact."

"Oh, I'm sure you can," Dr. Salenko responded.  "But you'd be surprised 
at the number of people who have trouble viewing themselves from the 
outside, as it were, in order to see the patterns that they often 
follow.  Therapy helps them to become more aware of their behavior, and 
to develop methods to break the cycles of habitual behavior, and to 
avoid situations that are likely to lead to repetitions of those 
cycles."

She paused, and refilled both their cups.  "Now that I've explained 
this," she continued, "it may surprise you to learn that this 
methodology is in fact what I choose not to follow."

"Really?" Dan said.  "Why is that?"

"Because it is based on avoidance.  Yes, it is true that many people 
may benefit from such methods of avoiding certain situations and 
behavioral patterns, but improvement is usually short lived, and it 
doesn't provide the patient with the means to deal with novel, 
unexpected situations.  In order to do that, the patient must learn to 
know and to face his inner compulsions and develop the strength to 
resist them.  It is a question not of outer behavior, but rather of 
inner will.  Do you see the difference?"

"I think so," said Dan.  "You go after causes rather than effects."

"Precisely!  It pleases me that you understand me so well."  Dan 
smiled.  "And you naturally will expect me to endeavor to make this 
process of self examination and strengthening of will easier for you."

"Naturally."

"Actually - no," she said.

"No?"  Dan frowned.  Dr. Salenko laughed, but not unkindly.

"I'm sorry, Daniel, that was a trick question.  Imagine a weight 
lifter, if you will.  Does he expect to improve by choosing the 
lightest weights to work out with?  No, the object is to challenge 
himself with increasingly heavier ones.  As with most difficult 
endeavors, the goal is to learn to deal with ever greater challenges."  
She paused and looked into his eyes.  "You wish to free yourself of 
your sexual addiction to young girls; it is my job to make that very 
difficult for you.  In order to help you learn to deal with temptation, 
I shall do what I can to make that temptation greater.  If you can 
learn to deal with that here, then you will have an easier time dealing 
with whatever should confront you elsewhere."

Dan thought about this for a few moments.  "Well," he said, clearing 
his throat, "that does seem reasonable, in a way.  It's certainly not 
what I expected to hear, though!"  He laughed, a little nervously.  
"But I'm game for whatever you think is best."

"Good!" Dr. Salenko said.  "We should get started right away.  But 
first, there is just one more thing I need you to do."  She got up and 
went to her desk, and when she returned she handed him a small cotton 
pouch.  He removed from it a dressing gown of dark blue velvet, and a 
pair of black cloth slippers.  He looked up at her, puzzled.  "I'd like 
you to go there" - she nodded towards a free-standing screen in the 
corner of the room that hadn't been there on his first visit, about six 
feet high and decorated with Chinese paintings - "and change all of 
your clothes for these."

Dan looked at the garment in his hands.  "You want me to put this on?  
To change my clothes?"

"Yes," she said.  "All of them, please.  You will be much more 
comfortable.  Think of it as ceremonial garb, like one might wear in a 
dojo.  You'll wear it only here, and it will signify the importance of 
our work."

Dan looked doubtful.  Then he shrugged.  "Okay," he said with a sigh, 
"why not?  Hope it fits."  He walked to the screen and went behind it.  
A minute later he re-emerged and walked back to the couch, feeling 
self-conscious in the luxurious, wrap-around velvet robe.  It did fit, 
held closed by a sash wrapped around his waist, although it seemed 
short to him, ending about two inches below his knees.  Surprisingly, 
the slippers fit as well, and made no sound as he approached Dr. 
Salenko on the couch.

"Wonderful!" she said.  "Very becoming!  Is it comfortable?"  He made a 
wry face and sat down next to her.  He was feeling more relaxed, he 
realized.  As he sat, she poured him more tea, and took the CD-ROM he 
had returned to her into the computer on the stand in front of them.

"So, Daniel, did you study these images as I asked you to?"  He nodded.  
"And did you find something that particularly appealed to you?"  He 
nodded again.  She used the remote control to display a screen of 
thumbnail pictures of the girls represented in the photo sets on the 
disc.  "And which one was it?" she asked.  Dan pointed to the girl who 
had given him so much pleasure over the past week.  "Oh, yes, little 
Karina," Dr. Salenko said, smiling.  "She's quite a little vixen, isn't 
she?"  She turned towards him, placing her left arm along the back of 
the couch behind his head.  "Did you enjoy her?" she whispered into his 
ear.  Dan nodded slowly.  She clicked on the thumbnail to display the 
first of the pictures of the little curly-haired brunette in the 
transparent teddy.  Dan drew in his breath involuntarily.

"Now, Daniel, I'd like to begin to monitor you."  She put her right 
hand on his knee and looked into his eyes.  "May I touch you, Daniel?" 
she asked softly.  When he nodded his assent, she reached under the 
robe and gently took the shaft of his penis in her hand.  She held it 
lightly as it began to throb in her grasp.  "Now, we'll see," she said, 
using the remote to progress through the series of images.  When a 
picture appeared in which the girl was licking her lips as she spread 
her legs for the camera, she felt Dan's penis twitch and expand in her 
hand.  She paused the display.

"Oh my," she breathed into his ear.  "She certainly is having an effect 
on you, isn't she?  Could it be because she is teasing you 
deliberately, do you think?  She knows what this is doing to you, and 
she seems to enjoy it.  Is that what you're feeling, Daniel?  Is she 
teasing you?  How does it make you feel that she's deliberately 
tormenting you like this?"  Daniel said nothing, but his penis twitched 
twice.

"You see, Daniel," she said, "the way images like these work on your 
subconscious is to cause you to associate exciting poses such as the 
one she's displaying to you now with sensations that you've come to 
crave."  As she said this her hand moved almost imperceptibly, 
producing a wisp of pleasure in his gradually enlarging cock.  She held 
it immobile, with a steady, gentle pressure.

 "It's simple psychology, really," she went on, "an example of 
conditioning.  Like Pavlov's dog, who learned to salivate at the mere 
sound of a dinner bell, men in your situation learn to associate seeing 
adorable little girls like her with erotic pleasure..." - her hand 
moved again, very slightly, but enough to elicit a small moan from him 
- "...and in like manner the reverse is true: when you give yourself 
pleasure you grow to crave watching little girls tease you while you 
masturbate."  She sighed sympathetically while she continued to hold 
his now fully erect cock.  "So you see what we're up against, Daniel.  
You want to be strong, you want to resist the compulsions that drive 
you, but it's so difficult, so hard to resist what these pictures do to 
you, isn't it Daniel?"  Under the robe she gently fondled his 
frustrated penis.  "Isn't this just so hard to resist?"  He sighed, 
surrendering to the tantalizing pleasure of her hand.  "Oh yes," she 
said, looking down at his lap, "we have our work cut out for us here, 
so much work to do."

This went on for the better part of an hour.  Dr. Salenko had Dan watch 
several series of pictures, all the while keeping him just short of 
ejaculating with her skillful ministrations, whispering comments to him 
about the girls he was watching, about how they affected him, urging 
him always to resist giving in to his lust for them, but keeping that 
lust at a fever pitch.  She encouraged him to describe to her how the 
girls were making him feel, how excited and frustrating it was being 
teased by them.  "Be strong, Daniel, you're here to learn to be 
strong."

For his part, Dan drifted into what seemed like a dream, a confusing, 
endless dream of erotic bliss.  He felt totally relaxed, the effect, he 
knew, of the marvelous tea Elena prepared for them.  She had mentioned 
that it contained chamomile and some other herbs.  She had not felt it 
necessary to tell him about the few drops of liquid aprazolam she put 
into his cup before pouring the tea.  The benzodiazepines were a useful 
class of drugs that were very effective in allaying the kind of anxiety 
that Daniel was likely to experience during her form of therapy, as 
well as suppressing memories of what went on that might be disturbing 
to him.  She had started by giving him 2 milligrams the previous week, 
and had doubled the dose today.  It was working out very well, she 
thought.  He had totally surrendered to the suggestions she had been 
giving him, and was obviously enjoying the sexual arousal she was 
encouraging - she had to admit that she was enjoying her part in this, 
as well.  He was also whispering under his breath, probably unaware he 
was doing so.  She just hoped that the dosage was appropriate; she 
didn't want him falling completely asleep, or being impaired for his 
drive home.  And the fact that she hadn't told him about giving him the 
drug - well, that wasn't the only thing that was unorthodox about her.

Dan became aware that he was sitting on the couch while Dr. Salenko 
wheeled the computer stand back against the wall.  He felt odd; he knew 
he hadn't fallen asleep, but his memories were confused, disconnected.  
He didn't know how much time had passed.  Dr. Salenko smiled at him.  
"Well," she said, "that went very well.  You can change back into your 
clothes now."

"Time to leave the dojo?" he said.

"Yes," she laughed.  "Your uniform will be waiting for you next week."

When he returned from the Chinese screen, Dr. Salenko asked him to sit 
down for a moment before he left.  He complied, and she sat in the 
chair opposite him.

"Now, Daniel," she said, "who is Lita?"  He stared at her and said 
nothing for several seconds.

"Uh, Lita?" he said.

"Yes."

"Am I supposed to know someone named Lita?" he said, looking away.  Her 
eyes became hard and she spoke coldly.

"Mr. Bach, we agreed when you first came to see me that our arrangement 
must be based on mutual trust.  During our session today you spoke that 
name passionately several times, particularly when we were discussing 
the model who you indicated interested you most."  She stood up and 
took several steps toward her desk, then turned to face him.  "If you 
are finding it impossible to be forthright with me now, then I think 
there's no sense in continuing with our work together.  It would be 
futile."  She crossed her arms in front of her and regarded him, 
waiting.

Dan stared at her, crestfallen, not knowing what to do.  He hadn't 
planned to discuss Lita, but now, with  Elena - Dr. Salenko - so angry 
with him, and the prospect of ending these sessions that were ... 
somehow pleasant ... though he couldn't remember everything about them 
... well ...  Finally he sighed and rubbed his face vigorously with his 
hands.  "All right," he said, "all right."  And he told her about Lita 
- all about Lita.

When he had finished, Dr. Salenko sat down on the couch next to him and 
looked at him curiously - not unkindly, just with new awareness and 
interest.

"All right, Daniel," she said.  "It is good that you have told me this, 
very good."

"Will this change how you plan to conduct the therapy?" he asked.

"Yes, it will," she said.  "But please do not worry, that is not a bad 
thing.  It just means that I must take this new aspect of your life 
into consideration when deciding where we should go from here.  Do not 
worry."

"You're not - shocked - by what I told you?"

She laughed.  "Look, Daniel, I've told you that it is impossible to 
shock me.  All you have told me is that you have been aroused by a very 
pretty girl.  You've done nothing to harm her, have you?"

He stared at her.  "No, of course not," he stammered, "I would never, 
no, I ... of course not!"  He took a deep breath and looked enquiringly 
at her.  "So, we'll continue, then?" 

"Yes," she said, "we'll meet next week at the same time."  They both 
stood and moved to the door.

"And should I ... I mean, do you want me to, you know ... an 
assignment?"

She looked down and tapped her lips in thought.  "Well, yes," she said 
after a few moments, "carry on as you have been.  But concentrate on 
little Lita this time.  I think she will be very useful in teaching you 
about the inner compulsions that you must learn to control.  Will you 
be seeing her during the coming week?"

"Yes, she spends each afternoon at my house after school."

"I see.  Well, I'm beginning to understand why your feelings and 
impulses have become such a problem for you.  Given how excited this 
little girl has been making you, I hesitate to tell you what I require 
of you next."

"Require of me?"

"Yes.  We need to start working on developing your self control, 
Daniel.  So, regardless of how aroused you may become over the next 
week, you must deny yourself relief.  No orgasms this week, Daniel.  
None at all."

Dan frowned.  "You mean I shouldn't, uh..."

"Oh, you can masturbate, Daniel, I want you to keep doing that, 
especially when thinking about little Lita.   You simply are not 
permitted to go to completion.  Learn to stop yourself.  And the closer 
you are to climax when you stop, the better."

"Maybe it might be better if I just didn't do it at all."

"No, Daniel, that would be avoidance, and you learn nothing from that.  
Having this little girl in your house every day, being a temptation for 
you, is a wonderful opportunity for you to learn to resist the 
excitement she causes you.  Concentrate on those feelings when you're 
having them, experience them fully, and learn to deny yourself relief.  
This will make you stronger, Daniel."

"Or kill me," he said softly. 

She laughed.  "Yes, I know it will be difficult; I want it to be.  But 
I'm not cruel, Daniel.  If I think your suffering is too intense when I 
see you next week - well, we can take care of that."  She took his hand 
and smiled.  "So, see you next week!"

* * * * *

Later that evening Elena sat in a large leather chair in her study, 
sipping cognac as she read over her notes from the session with Daniel 
Bach.  Be careful, Elena, she told herself.  There is much to consider, 
you have much to lose, don't be stupid.  But, really, it is so 
delicious, he is so - vulnerable.  His sexual frustration was like a 
drug to her, irresistible.

She placed the snifter and notebook on a small table next to the chair 
and sat looking into the shadows of the quiet room.  She reached up and 
passed her hands over her ample bust, then slowly moved them down the 
sides of her legs to the hem of the short, red skirt she was wearing.  
Lifting herself slightly, she pulled the skirt up to her hips, exposing 
the tops of her stockings and their supporting garter belt.  Her legs 
parted and she slipped a hand inside lacy, diaphanous nylon panties.  
Oh, Daniel, she murmured as pleasure began to overtake her, poor Daniel 
- what are we going to do with you?

* * * * *

Dan was troubled.  He really hadn't wanted to say anything about Lita, 
but yet he had, somehow.  Did he really?  Why couldn't he remember?  
But he must have, since Elena couldn't have known about Lita otherwise.  
And now he'd told her everything, about peeking up the little girl's 
skirt and down her blouse, about stroking himself while they watched 
movies, everything.  Damn, what must she think of him now?  He felt 
lousy about it himself, such an old perv he was, masturbating to a 
little girl.  She said she doesn't judge him, but how can she not, what 
kind of man does that?  My God, he had his hard cock out and in his 
hand in the same room with her, stroking it right next to his own 
granddaughter!  They hadn't seen anything, but what if Diana had walked 
in on them, what would have happened then?  That didn't bear thinking 
about.

And now Elena says she wants him to keep on doing it!  She wants him to 
masturbate while Lita drives him crazy, and then this new kink, not 
letting himself come - doesn't she realize what that will do to him?  
Well, yes, she does, she as much as told him so, says she wants it to 
be very, very tempting for him.  It will make him strong, she says.  
Easy for her to say - she doesn't have to deal with a stiff, throbbing 
cock begging to come!

Well, he wasn't going to do it, no matter what she says.  He'll go with 
his own gut instincts, which is to avoid trouble at the outset.  He'll 
take care of the girls, but stay up in his office while they're 
downstairs, no more sitting with them drooling over Lita's underwear.  
Oh, he'll obey the thing about no orgasms, but that will because he'll 
keep his hands off himself - no jerking off for you this week, my boy!  
No internet, no Lita, nothing.  He'll take responsibility for 
controlling himself, and then talk it over with Elena at the end of the 
week - explain to her that she really should rethink the course of 
action she's taking with his therapy.  If not, well, then perhaps it 
would be better if they discontinued it.  He felt better.  It was a 
plan.

He kept busy through the weekend, putting in several hours of writing, 
taking long walks in the fine weather.  Then, when the girls arrived 
Monday afternoon, he greeted them warmly and sat with them for a few 
minutes in the kitchen, but soon excused himself to return to his work.  
There! he said to himself.  That wasn't so hard.  He sat down at his 
computer and prepared to start a new chapter.  He paused and looked 
into space; damn! he thought.  Why the hell does Carmen have to dress 
Lita like that?  Doesn't she know how clearly you can see her little 
tits through that tight t-shirt?  The shape of her puffy little 
nipples?  Doesn't she know the effect that has on me?

Ha!  Of course she doesn't know, you jerk.  As far as she's concerned 
you're just a sweet old guy who plays babysitter out of the goodness of 
his heart.  Well, act like it, then, dammit!  Get back to work.

And he did.  For the remainder of the week, in fact, he was able to 
keep to his schedule, working while the girls played downstairs or out 
in the yard.  He didn't even try to spy when he knew they were 
sunbathing out on the deck.

The nights were another matter, however.  Then, alone in the dark, he 
was tormented by images of Lita as she arrived with Josie, the short 
skirts that flipped up when she ran, the frilly low-cut blouses 
promising glimpses of her tender young breasts.  He thought, too, of 
the tantalizing little girls on Elena's CD, still in his briefcase.  He 
lay in bed, fighting to keep his hands away from his erection, fighting 
against the urge to jump up and get the CD, to drive himself mad with 
the tease and masturbate far into the night.  But he didn't do that, he 
resisted, and each night finally fell asleep without giving into 
temptation.  He didn't sleep well during the week, and each morning 
awoke with an erection that he struggled to ignore.

Friday arrived, finally, and at six o'clock he stood at his front door 
as Diana and the girls prepared to leave.  Josie, as was her habit, 
hugged him goodbye.  "Bye, Grandpa!" she said.  Lita decided she didn't 
want to be left out.  She, too, had gotten into the habit of calling 
him Grandpa, no longer with self-conscious giggles as at first, and 
before following Josie outside ran up to him and wrapped her arms 
around him.

"Bye, Grandpa!" she said.  He was caught by surprise, and as he looked 
down into her grinning up-turned face was intensely aware of the warmth 
of her body pressing against his.  He smiled back at her, and embraced 
her, pulling her closer against him, against his loins, her small, soft 
breasts against him provoking an instant thrill of arousal.  And then 
they were gone and he stood alone in the house, looking down at 
himself.  He hastily undid his trousers and dropped them, pushed down 
his underwear and stared at his erection.  It was raging and 
aggressive, standing stiffly vertical in a backward curving arc.  Its 
head was turgid and shining, the urethra open, his entire penis 
beseeching, reproachful in neglect.

"My God," he whispered.  He managed to pull himself together, and went 
upstairs to change his clothes.  Dr. Salenko would be expecting him at 
seven.

* * * * *

(A single fingertip traces the ridge along the underside of his rigid 
penis.  It moves very slowly, following a path up from the base to tip, 
and then back down again.  Its touch is light, barely making contact, 
tantalizing, subtle.  Images pass on the screen: firm, smooth bodies, 
young girls, oh so young, smiles, winks, parted legs, deliberate tease.  
A voice from somewhere...)

"Oh, I understand, Daniel, really I do.  You have tried so hard.  And I 
can understand why you may not want to continue our work together."

(A girl is posing for him, just for him, on her stomach, looking back 
at him, lips pouting, her smooth legs apart ... her panties are tight, 
so tight!)

"I suppose you might be able to succeed on your own, Daniel.  You would 
have to learn to do without girls like the one you are watching right 
now, do without the excitement she gives you, do without..."

(The finger withdraws, nothing is touching his penis, it throbs and 
twitches, abandoned...)

"But Daniel, surely you realize how powerful the effects of what you 
have come to crave are, how much you have come to need to watch naughty 
little girls teasing you while you masturbate.  They know you, Daniel, 
they have been taught how to seduce you, how to make you need what they 
do to you.  You love what they do to you, don't you Daniel?"

(A new girl appears on the screen now, one he had not seen before.  She 
is about fourteen years old, sitting on a bed in a shabby room, 
probably in the upper storey of an old house, since a sloping ceiling 
is right above her head.  Both the walls and the ceiling are covered in 
wallpaper, faded orange and white in an elaborate pattern that has been 
out of fashion for a century but is still to be found in parts of 
Eastern Europe.  The head of the bed is near the room's single window, 
with cheap yellow drapes drawn partially open and a filigreed white 
lace curtain hanging between them, letting in the late afternoon light.  
A quilted duvet with a light background and a pattern of stylized 
flowers and abstract shapes of dark red and green covers the bed, drawn 
up to three pillows covered in clean white pillowcases.  But while the 
overall effect of the room is shabbiness, the girl on the bed looks 
glowing and healthy.  Her complexion is clear and unblemished, tanned 
from much time spent outdoors.  Her brown hair is pulled back in a 
ponytail held in place by silver elastic hair ties, and she wears small 
earrings in her pierced ears.  She is dressed in a cream-colored 
sleeveless shirt with a lobed flower pattern in the center of her 
chest, and a short skirt of blue crepe with many tiny, tie-dyed 
decorative holes and a white lace hem.  What is most striking about the 
girl's costume is that she wears black mesh stockings whose tops are 
visible, held by garters that extend up under her skirt, and her feet 
are encased in silver-spangled high heels of clear plastic.  Even 
dressed as she is the girl could have projected an air of sweet 
innocence, just a little girl playing dress-up, were it not for the way 
she regards the viewer.  Her head is tilted as she gazes coyly at the 
camera, her brown eyes casting a seductive, sidewise glance at the men 
she knows are looking at her hungrily.  Her bare arms are tanned and 
slender, and her right elbow rests on her knee as she reaches up to 
hold a single finger against her teeth between lips parted in a wicked, 
knowing smile.  Her left hand, wrist with a single silver bracelet, 
extends down to clasp the top of her ankle, her fingers touching a 
silver shoe.  Her legs, encased in the black mesh stockings, are held 
apart, her knees spread wide, the skirt raised enough to display the 
bare flesh of her inner thighs from the tops of the stockings inward to 
the crotch of lacy lavender panties transparent enough to give a 
tantalizing hint of what lays within.  She knows what she's doing to 
the men who watch her; she knows they are suffering; she wants them 
to.)

"I know you're trying to be strong, Daniel, but really, you cannot hope 
to succeed if you don't face your weakness, your addiction.  Just look 
at how this girl is affecting you right now..."

(The finger returns, brushes the underside of the head ...)

"Oh my, and after your week of deprivation, a week without the 
temptation of little girls, without..."

(Fingertips flutter up and down the shaft, linger at the head, play, 
tease, worry it...)

"...oh, what a frustrating week it must have been for you, Daniel, 
denying yourself what you crave so desperately!  You see, don't you, 
that you must surrender to those cravings if you are to learn how to 
deal with them?  When you see this..."

(A new picture: a girl of eleven, smiling wickedly, sitting against a 
wall with her knees drawn up, spread wide, transparent panties...)

"...in your subconscious it is deeply connected with this..."

(A gentle hand wrapping his penis, stroking slowly, once, twice, a soft 
squeeze, then gone.)

Dan moaned in semi-conscious frustration.  He was in Dr. Salenko's 
office, wasn't he?  Yes, of course, his appointment, they had spoken.  
He still had an erection when he arrived, she had noticed, asked him 
about it.  Was that today, yesterday?  Today, of course, now, but ... 
all so strange.  The robe, the tea, the pictures again, little girls, 
exciting him, driving him wild.  And the voice - whose?  Elena's of 
course - where was she?  Why couldn't he ... oh my God, what was she 
doing to him, that soft hand, teasing, caressing, he couldn't think, it 
was so good, so good, he needed, he needed...

(Another picture, pictures, a blond girl, so pretty, so enticing, 
smiling at him, undressing for him, slowly, teasing him along, making 
him wait, tormenting him with her young, firm body, making him want it, 
want her.  If only I could feel her, touch her, have her, and ... oh 
that white teddy, I love that so much, my God it's so transparent, I can 
see her ... her cunt!  I never use that word, but I can, I can almost 
see her smooth little cunt, so pink, almost, almost...)

"You still need this, don't you, Daniel?  Yes, of course you do, and we 
need to show you just how much you need to be excited like this.  We 
need to let these girls penetrate deep into your subconscious mind, so 
we can teach you the power they have to tempt you.  Do you like this 
little girl, Daniel?  Are you fantasizing about her?  Just imagine if 
you could be with her, Daniel, if she were here teasing and touching 
you, if this were her hand..."

(God yes, what a fantasy!  Imagine being there with her, or her 
stepping out of the screen, imagine her here with me, mmmm yes I can 
imagine her here next to me, leaning against me, she's warm, her breath 
caresses my ear, she whispers to me, and her hand - oh my God her hand, 
imagine that's her hand, fondling, stroking, the pleasure, so good so 
good!  I see her tits through the teddy, her little pink nipples, and 
she's stroking me, stroking my cock, teasing it, playing with it, I'm 
getting so close, she won't stop, her hand, stroking, twisting, 
squeezing, oh my God, what is she doing, doesn't she know that I, I 
can't, you'd best stop, Elena, stop -  no don't stop!  Yes yes yes,  
I'm, I'm, oh God oh God...)

* * * * *

Dr. Salenko sat with Dan, regarding him quietly.  He stared at her, 
blinking.  He remembered, vaguely, going to the Chinese screen and 
getting dressed, returning to the couch where he now sat, confused, 
uncertain.  He looked down at himself.

"I feel - I mean, did I - you know, did I have, have a...?"

"Yes, Daniel."  She smiled and patted his knee.  "You were in such a 
state when you arrived today that when we began our therapy - well, the 
little girls were just too much for you!  I decided that it would be 
best to allow you some relief, at least just this once."  She winked at 
him.  "You see, the tissues are not just for tears!"  He blushed, and 
she laughed quietly.  "So, how do you feel?"

"Strange," he said.  "But very relaxed, really.  A lot better than I 
did when I got here.  I feel - I feel good."

"I'm happy to hear that," she said.  "But now we have to decide whether 
we are to continue with our work together.  You indicated earlier this 
evening that you have doubts about wanting to go on.  So, what do you 
think, Daniel?  Shall we go on, or was this our last session"?  Her 
hand was still on his knee.

He swallowed and cleared his throat.  "No," he said, "I ... I want to 
come back."

"Good," she said, "I'm glad.  "But I hope you will heed my advice 
during the coming week and not try to go  'cold turkey', as they say.  
You are not ready for that yet, Daniel.  Open yourself to the 
excitements little Lita causes you, allow yourself to become aroused by 
her.  Then next week we shall see what we can learn from the feelings 
she provokes in you."  Her hand stroked his knee gently.  "But 
remember, you are to exercise control.  No matter how excited you 
become at home there must be no release for you.  When you come to see 
me at the end of the week - well, then we'll see."  She looked into his 
eyes.  "Understand?"  He nodded.  "Good!" she said.  Now, if you'll 
wait just a moment longer, I have something for you.

"For me?"

"Yes, I'll be right back."  She went into the room off her office where 
she normally went to fetch their tea.  She was back in less than a 
minute, carrying a small, clear plastic prescription vial, which she 
handed to him.

"What's this?" he asked.

"Ten tablets of tadalafil, usually sold under the name Cialis.  Based 
on the medical history you provided me with it will be perfectly fine 
for you to take it.  It's similar to other medications you may have 
heard of, such as Viagra."

"Viagra!" he said. "But why would I need that?  I mean, I don't seem to 
have trouble, you know..."

"No, your physiological reactions are quite normal, Daniel.  
Exceptional, in fact, for someone your age.  No, I'm not having you 
take this medication to help you get an erection.  In fact, none of the 
oral erectile dysfunction medications can actually produce erections, 
regardless of public misperceptions.  And, as I said, you have 
absolutely no problem in that regard."

"Then, why would I need to take this?"

"What these medications do, Daniel, is to help erections maintain their 
firmness, and to prolong them.  Put simply, they keep you hard longer.  
Cialis is particularly effective in this regard, much more so than 
Viagra."  She looked at him with just a hint of a smile.  "Do you see 
why this might be useful in our course of therapy?  Yes?  No?"  When he 
didn't reply she went on.  "Come now, Daniel, I'm sure you understand.  
We're at the point in our work where we need to challenge you with 
temptations so that you can learn to overcome them.  The medication 
will make those challenges even more difficult for you than they 
already are.  When the particular temptations that so excite you are 
near, you will be more vulnerable to them for a longer period of time.  
You will become more aroused, and although your masturbation will last 
longer and be more intense and pleasurable, it will also be much harder 
for you to stop before you reach orgasm.  And that's our rule, Daniel, 
remember: as much sexual stimulation as possible, but no relief until 
we have a chance to discuss your emotional state."

Dan was silent as he took this in.  He felt some misgivings, but this 
was overpowered by an erotic thrill at the thought of what it will be 
like to be around Lita with a constant hard-on.  All the previous 
week's resolutions of chastity and avoidance vanished like a gnat in a 
tornado.

"So," he said, a little hoarsely, "do I take it once a day, in the 
morning, say?"

"No," she said.  "Take one about an hour before the girls arrive.  That 
will give it enough time to have its effect on you, and put you in the 
proper state for the rest of the day's activities."

He stood.  "Well," he said, "au revoir until next week."

* * * * *

On his way home Dan thought about the vial of pills he carried in his 
pocket.  He was intensely curious about what effect the Cialis would 
have on his penis, which started getting hard the instant Lita came 
into the house as it was.  I wonder if it will show?  Will the girls 
notice?  That thought suggested other possibilities.

Later that night as he undressed for bed, he found himself becoming 
excited again, thinking about what Lita might be wearing when she 
arrived on Monday.  Perhaps there were some activities he could plan 
with the girls that would give him an opportunity to see more of her; 
he smiled at his double-entendre.  

When he had removed his clothing and stood naked in his bedroom, he 
paused, frowning.  He looked down at himself, puzzled - he smelled of 
lilacs.

* * * * *

Dan's resolve of the previous week fell apart.  Or, rather, it changed 
radically.  He was still resolved, but instead of vowing to stay away 
from everything that might arouse him, he set about laying deliberate 
plans to seek sexual excitement.  He wasn't sure what had happened 
during his session on Friday, but one thing was certain - it had 
awakened desperate needs he didn't know were in him, and now he wanted 
to indulge his lust and his obsession with Lita, wanted to drive 
himself mad with her sweet, young body.  He would obey Elena, to the 
letter.  If she wanted him to face his addiction by subjecting himself 
to sexual frustration and constant arousal, then he would do it.  He 
smiled grimly.  I wonder if she realizes that the worrying, sweet-and-
sour ache of frustrating sexual tease may itself turn out to be the 
most exciting thing of all, the thing that I actually crave when I'm 
getting hard staring at little girls!  She probably does.  She probably 
knows my kinks and my cock a lot better than I do myself.  She's gotten 
inside my head, and she's working me, manipulating me.  And I don't 
care; or I do care, but I want her to keep doing it.  It's my therapy, 
after all.  She's the doctor.  And if what she's having me do is 
turning me into a sex-crazed pedophile, then so be it!  I'm looking 
forward to driving my cock crazy this week, being cruel to it, making 
it need what it can't have, and then, at the end of the week, when I 
have another session, when Elena sees the state I'm in, how desperate 
my cock is - "well, then we'll see!"  Isn't that what she said?  If I 
can have another session like the last one, it will be worth going 
through anything.  And all I have to do is to keep myself hot and 
bothered over Lita, all week long.

In his kitchen on Saturday morning he sat contemplating the vial of 
Cialis Dr. Salenko had given him.  Should I try it now?  He thought 
about this as he sipped his coffee.  He was intensely curious about the 
effect it might have on him, if in fact it would have any at all.  He 
toyed with the idea of turning on his computer and having a trial 
"recreational" dry-run, but then decided not to.  He'd do as Dr. 
Salenko had asked, and take one before the girls arrived. Besides, he 
only had ten of them, and he didn't want to run out during the week if 
it turned out that for some reason he wanted to take more than one.  So 
he put the vial aside and sat thinking as he sipped his coffee.  Then, 
after he'd cleaned up and showered, he went shopping.

The weather report for the coming week was predicting a hot beginning 
to the week, with sunny skies.  So, as he entered the big-box store he 
went directly to the lawn and garden center where he picked out a 
heavy-duty rotating sprinkler, one of the impulse type that shot strong 
bursts of water as it progressed around in jumps, and then skittered 
back to its starting place in a continuous, sputtering circle, spraying 
water as it went.  Then it started the cycle over again.  Just the 
thing, he thought; just the kind of thing little girls in bathing suits 
would love to run through on a hot day.  He smiled thinking of it.

Taking the sprinkler, he wandered over to the store's toy section.  He 
didn't have anything in particular in mind, but thought he'd just have 
a look to see if anything struck his fancy or looked like fun.  When he 
turned to walk into the maze of brightly colored plastic, he stopped 
short and stared.  He grinned.  Yes!  Just the thing, oh, they're going 
to love this!  As he started toward the check-out aisles he had a 
thought, and took a detour to the photography department.  The little 
cameras that didn't use any film and took pictures you could see on a 
computer were new to him.  A pleasant lady behind the counter showed 
him several models and explained how to use them, and he ended up 
buying one that she said could hold over a hundred color pictures.  
Amazing!  He paid for his purchases and hurried home to get ready for 
Monday.

* * * * *

"Hi, Grandpa!"

"Hi, Grandpa!"

The girls flounced in, dumping their backpacks in the kitchen.  "It's 
hot out there!" Josie said.  Both girls were dressed appropriately in 
shorts and t-shirts, and both wore sandals.  "I don't want to do 
anything but stand in front of the fan!"

"Well," said Dan nonchalantly, "before you do that you might want to 
take a look out back."  The girls looked at each other and then made a 
beeline for the back door then out onto the deck.  Their reaction was 
instantaneous.

"A slip and slide!" they squealed together, "a slip and slide!"  And so 
it was - a sixteen foot long assemblage of multicolored, heavy duty 
plastic sheeting, consisting of two parallel channels running in 
straight lines along the ground, with dozens of tiny fountains arcing 
sparkling parabolas of water down onto both tracks and into a small 
pool at the far end.  The idea was that a child would run to the end of 
the slide and then dive forward to slide along the length of a channel 
to the pool at the other end.  Dan had taken advantage in a downward 
slope in the back yard to position the slide so that the girls would be 
racing slightly downhill as they careened along the slippery tracks.

He had waited in the kitchen as the girls made their discovery.  
Seconds later they were back, excited and thrilled.  "Can we use it 
now, Grandpa, please, please can we?"

"Of course, that's why it's there, you silly!"

"Oh, thank you, thank you!"  They were gone in an instant, before he 
had a chance to ask whether or not they had bathing suits with them.  
That turned out to be a non-issue.  As he sauntered out onto the deck 
he saw that the girls had taken matters into their own hands.  Both had 
stripped off their shorts and sandals, and were now running across the 
lawn in their panties.  Josie had doffed her t-shirt as well, but Lita 
still wore hers, conscious at some level of the difference between 
Josie's flat chest and her more developed bust.  They positioned 
themselves a dozen yards from the entrance to the slide, grinned at 
each other, and with a ready-set-go! hurled themselves forward and 
dove.

Dan watched them for a few minutes, congratulating himself for his 
idea.  The two little sprites were having a ball, and from the first 
instant they hit the channels and the fountains of water they were 
drenched, their bodies flexing and glistening in the sunlight, thin 
cotton underwear clinging to little round bottoms.  Lita's t-shirt was 
so thoroughly wet through that she might as well have been wearing 
nothing at all; each time she jumped up at the end of the slide to race 
back to do it again her little breasts with their rose-pink nipples 
jiggled and bounced as she ran.

Dan hurried inside to fetch his new camera, and when he returned moved 
a chair to the edge of the deck and began to take pictures of the 
little girls as they played.  He was glad he had decided to pay a bit 
extra for a camera that had a zoom feature - he was able to get some 
nicely revealing pictures of Lita as she stood ready to make another 
run at the slide.  He licked his lips when he saw just how clearly her 
enticing little breasts and the cleft between her legs were visible 
through her wet t-shirt and panties.  This was working out so well; he 
had assumed he would be getting some exciting views of the girls in 
their tiny bathing suits, but this - oh my, this was so much better!

His hand passed slowly over the erection that was swelling under his 
nylon running shorts as he sat observing the girls.  Following Dr. 
Salenko's instructions had he taken one Cialis pill exactly an hour 
before the girls arrived.  As usual his penis had begun to stir as soon 
as he had seen Lita again, and was soon erect.  But because of the drug 
it had not flagged, and was remaining stiff and almost embarrassingly 
erect for the entire afternoon.  And she was right, it was keeping him 
aroused continuously, increasing his need to see more of Lita.  He 
wanted desperately to masturbate as he watched her, but he held himself 
in check.  He could do that later, but only to tease himself, as per 
Elena's orders.  For now he would content himself with drooling over 
the sight of her heartbreaking body, those delicious little tits!

After a while he decided to go down onto the lawn where he could get 
some close-ups.  The bulge between his legs was very obvious by now, 
but he was sure the girls would be too wrapped up in their play to 
notice.  So, as they giggled and wriggled like slippery little eels 
down the slick channels, Dan leaned over the arcing fountains and 
snapped picture after picture of firm little bottoms as they zipped by, 
looking naked encased in drenched, transparent cotton.  And the 
pictures of Lita, taken from a low crouch looking up at her from below 
as she stood poised to flee - these, he knew, would keep him on the 
edge of climax far into the night.

After an hour Dan reluctantly decided it was time to get the girls 
inside to get ready for their mothers' arrival.  "Okay, ladies, we need 
to wrap this up now."

"Awww!"

"Come along now, the slide will be here waiting for you tomorrow."

"One more!"

"Okay, but that's it."  He watched as the adorable little bodies went 
slipping across the lawn one last time.  He'd been giving some thought 
to how to handle the rest of the afternoon, so he caught them before 
they could run by him into the house.

"Look at you two!  You look like kittens that have been dragged up and 
down the riverbank!"  They giggled, looking down at themselves.  Even 
though for the most part they had just been sliding in water, they had 
overshot the end of the channels enough times to get grass and mud 
stains on their arms and legs and on their underwear.  "Tell you what, 
why don't you two head straight upstairs to the bathroom and get out of 
your wet things.  I'll rinse them out and pop them in the dryer while 
you guys jump in the tub and get cleaned up."

"Okay!"  The girls dutifully marched to the stairs and went up.  Dan 
followed them, and went to the linen closet to get towels, then waited 
outside the bathroom door while they undressed.  After a minute Josie 
opened the door a crack and passed their wet things out to him, two 
pairs of panties and Lita's t-shirt.

"Fine, it should take only fifteen or twenty minutes to get these dry.  
And here, take these towels.  You can wrap yourselves in them until 
your things are dry."  He handed two towels to Josie and started to 
return downstairs, but then turned back to the door.  "You need any 
help getting the tub ready?" he asked.

"Uh-uh, I know how to do it," Josie said.  He thought she did, but 
figured it didn't hurt to try - it would have been nice to be in there 
with two naked little girls, but oh well!  He went downstairs and went 
to the laundry room to deal with the wet things, then went into the den 
to wait.  To pass the time he turned on the television and sat down on 
the couch next to his usual easy chair.  He didn't watch much 
television, but decided he could tolerate CNN for a while.  After about 
fifteen minutes he returned to the laundry room.  Lita's t-shirt wasn't 
quite dry, so he reset the dryer and returned to the den.

Five minutes later he heard the girls coming down the stairs.  Hearing 
the television they headed for the den to see what was going on.  They 
were wrapped in the towels he had given them, and a glance told him he 
had made a good choice.  When he looked into the linen closet he saw 
that he had some very large beach towels, but instead of them had 
selected two smaller ones.  It should be interesting to see them in 
these, he had thought to himself.  And since he was in possession of 
the shorts they had doffed there was no chance that they would simply 
put them on without their underwear - they'd have no choice but to use 
the towels.  He felt very devious.  And now, as the two little sprites 
ran into the den, he congratulated himself for his foresight.  Josie's 
towel covered her completely, from her armpits down almost to her 
knees.  Lita's, on the other hand, was so small on her that it just 
barely reached the tops of her thighs.  Both girls had wrapped their 
wet hair in two smaller towels they had found in the bathroom, and were 
giggling as they paraded around in front of him trying to balance the 
terrycloth on their heads.  Josie's eyes were rolled upward as she 
concentrated on her burden, her tongue sticking out from the corner of 
her mouth, her arms extended like a tightrope walker.  Lita was 
reaching up to adjust the towel on her head and to prevent it from 
falling.  She had turned away from him, and as she raised her arms the 
bottoms of her adorable little buttocks peeked out from below the 
towel.  She turned toward him, but lowered her arms as she did so, 
cheating him of a view of what might have peeked out in front.  Just a 
couple of millimeters of towel blocked a view of t her sweet, young 
pussy.  What he wouldn't have given to have them playing Candyland now, 
with Lita sitting lotus-like on the floor, her legs spread wide, wide!  
His cock, kept hard and excited by the Cialis, twitched in his lap at 
the thought.  He longed to touch it, to caress it, but wouldn't risk 
the girls seeing him do it.

Still teetering in their head-towel balancing act, the girls moved to 
the couch and stood before him.  "Our stuff done?" Josie asked.

"Not quite," Dan said.  "Should only be a couple minutes more."

"Oh.  Okay.  Can we watch TV with you?"

"Sure, have a seat."  The girls flounced down on the couch on either 
side of him, their bodies, still warm from the bath, pressed against 
him.  Lita's towel extended just to her lap; looking down, he tried for 
a possible peek between her legs, but was disappointed; maybe if she 
were standing and he was positioned a bit lower - but no; he'd just 
have to use his imagination.

"What else is on?  Can we change it?" Josie asked.  Without waiting for 
an answer she grabbed the remote and began cycling through the 
channels.  She stopped when she reached a show about cats, with kittens 
batting at a ball of yarn.  "Aww, cute" she cooed.

"So cuddly!" Lita said.  She pulled her knees up and rested her chin on 
them as she wrapped her arms around her shins.  Dan's eyes ran up and 
down the side of her smooth leg, naked and exposed all the way down to 
the couch seat.  He bit his lip and groaned inwardly, imagining the 
view he could have if he were not on the couch but in front of it, on 
his knees.  He put his hands in his lap and gave his suffering penis a 
secret stroke with his thumb.  Tonight, he thought quietly, as if 
addressing his cock, tonight you're going to go crazy.  He knew that 
thoughts of Lita would drive him mad in bed tonight.

"Well," he said, clearing his throat, "I'm sure your things are dry 
now.  I'll go get them."  He got up from the couch but not quickly 
enough to get in front of Lita before she lowered her legs.  Somewhat 
unsteadily he made his way to the laundry room and opened the dryer.  
The underwear and t-shirt were completely dry, so he took them out and 
put them on the edge of the sink.  He picked up Lita's soft panties and 
looked at them, daydreaming about what was tucked into them just a few 
minutes ago.  On a sudden impulse he lowered his shorts and underwear, 
and wrapped the warm, soft panties around his erect penis.  He began to 
stroke himself with the little girl's underwear, moaning softly, his 
eyes closed in voluptuous pleasure.  "Oh my God, be careful, don't want 
to ... oh, so good, so good..."  He was able to stop himself just as he 
was ready to ejaculate, right on the edge of orgasm.  The thought 
flashed through his mind that this just what Elena had encouraged him 
to do, "the closer to climax when you stop the better," she had said.  
He felt immensely frustrated, but also oddly proud.

On his way back to the den he picked up the girls' shorts.  "You'd 
better get dressed now," he said when he handed their clothes to them.  
"Your moms will be here soon to pick you up."

"Okay!" the girls said in unison, and ran out of the den.  To his 
surprise they didn't go upstairs to get dressed, but did it instead 
just outside the den at the foot of the stairs, tossing the towels 
aside.  "Mmmmm, warm!" he heard Lita say.  He closed his eyes, 
remembering - he knew the feeling.

That night he downloaded the pictures he had taken and took the 
computer to bed with him.  He lay propped up on pillows, a neat scotch 
on the nightstand, the laptop positioned between his spread legs 
running a repeating slideshow.  His penis was still under the spell of 
Cialis, erect and luxuriating to slow strokes of pleasure as he watched 
changing images of wet little girls passing by just behind the upright 
cock in his hand.  He brought himself to the brink of orgasm 
repeatedly, each time stopping at the last moment and letting his 
frustrated erection suffer alone until it started to go down.  Then 
he'd begin again, teasing and worrying it as he stared at the screen, 
whispering to Lita, moaning with desire.  He finally closed the 
computer and put it aside.  Lying on his back in the dark he was 
intensely aware of his penis where it lay extended along his stomach, 
still hard, teased almost beyond endurance.  Every thought of Lita in 
her wet panties, or the tantalizing towel that just barely covered her, 
made it twitch and throb, but he forced himself to keep his hands away.  
Finally, he slept.

* * * * *

The pink soles of Lita's feet were pointed toward him, and after 
counting each of her adorable toes his eyes traveled up her bare legs 
to her firm bottom, much of it deliciously exposed by the high cut of 
her tight, green shorts.

"Dad?"

Dan started, and forced his gaze up from the little girl who was on her 
stomach at his feet, coloring a picture.  "Hm?  What did you say, 
Sweetie?  I guess my mind was wandering a bit - happens with age, you 
know."

"I was saying that you really made a hit yesterday!" Diana said.  She 
and Carmen were sitting on the couch in the den, chatting with him as 
he sat in the recliner with a newspaper in his lap.

"Si, Lita, she was so happy, she can't stop talking about how much fun 
she have here."

Dan smiled.  "Well," he said, "she's a lovely child, so easy to please.  
It's a pleasure looking after her, really.  And she's such good company 
for Josie."  He was glad he had the newspaper handy when he sat down, 
since his enhanced hard-on was as prominent today as it had been the 
day before.  Once again he had avidly watched while the girls cavorted 
on the slip-and-slide, taking more candid pictures.  Today, however, 
the girls' mothers had given them bathing suits to carry in their 
schoolbags, after hearing about their new favorite activity at 
Grandpa's house.  He had been disappointed at first not to see them 
prancing around in their panties as before, but since Lita's skimpy 
bikini was almost as revealing as her panties and t-shirt had been, he 
soon found plenty of opportunities for more shots to be enjoyed later.  
What was so exciting about her bathing suit, he decided, was that it 
obviously had been designed to show off a little girl's body very 
revealingly, deliberately sexy.  Once again Carmen had dressed her 
daughter in a way sure to turn heads and provoke desire in men like 
him.  He realized that the clothing choices Carmen made for Lita were 
almost certainly subconscious, although she was probably also 
projecting her own tastes onto her daughter, since she dressed very 
suggestively as well.  Dan was feeling his erection stir anew as he sat 
in his chair trying not to stare down the plunging neckline of Carmen's 
blouse into the cleavage between her large breasts.  She had an 
instinct for keeping men aroused, and possibly at some unconscious 
level enjoyed having her daughter excite them as well.  If she knew the 
effect it was having on Dan she didn't show it, although he had caught 
what might have been a small smile when he had to force his attention 
from her daughter's pretty derriĆ"re back to their conversation.

"That slide thing was a stroke of genius, Dad.  And it makes me feel, 
well, less guilty about burdening you with them.  You really seem to 
have taken to them, and they've been so happy about coming here, 
haven't they, Carmen?"

"Oh, yes, and Lita tell me sometimes she sorry she have to come home, 
and she feel like you're her real grandfather."  Dan smiled and blushed 
a little, but said nothing.  After a moment, Diana looked at Carmen and 
continued.

"So, Dad, since things seem to be going so well, we have a huge favor 
to ask you - another one, I guess you'd have to say."  She paused.

"I'm listening."

"Well," Diana said, "Nate is going to be traveling this weekend since 
he has a series of meetings next week, and as it turns out this weekend 
is when a ladies-only exercise convention and spa is happening at a 
resort up north.  It's something Carmen and I have been planning on 
doing for a while, but that was before Nate found out about his 
meetings.  So ... if you could see your way clear to having the girls 
stay with you for the weekend, then we wouldn't have to cancel our 
reservations at the resort and re-schedule."  She looked expectantly at 
him.  "Think you'd be able to do that?"

"So the girls would sleep here over the weekend?"

"Just Saturday - Carmen and I will be getting home late Sunday 
afternoon, so we can be around to get the girls ready for school on 
Monday.  You've got those two beds in your guest room, and we'll make 
sure they're made up before we leave on Saturday morning.  We can drop 
the kids off on our way out."

Dan looked down at Lita; her legs had opened wider as she lay on her 
stomach coloring her picture.  I wonder what she wears to bed, he 
thought to himself.  A nightgown?  Just her little panties?

"Sure," he said.  "That would be no trouble at all."

* * * * *

Dan called Dr. Salenko as soon as the girls and their mothers left, to 
explain the weekend plans.  It wouldn't upset his schedule with her, 
but he felt it was something that he should discuss with her.  Somehow 
he felt it was something she would want to know about; perhaps she 
would have some advice.

"So, you will be keeping your Friday appointment with me as usual?" she 
asked.

"Oh, yes, there's no reason to change that, I shouldn't think," he 
said.  "It's just that, well, since it's an unusual change for me, 
spending the weekend like this, I mean, I thought it might be a good 
idea if I told you about it, just in case you wanted to say something 
about ... oh, hell, I probably shouldn't have called you and wasted 
your time, it's really no big deal I guess."

"Oh, no, Daniel, I'm very glad you did call me.  It is unusual for you, 
as you say, and I should like to give it some thought before you arrive 
Friday.  This week is going well for you?"

"Yes, it's been very nice, very ... exciting."

"And you have been exercising control?"

"Oh, yes, I have - I promise!"

She gave a low chuckle.  "Well, I shall look forward to hearing the 
details, Daniel, on Friday.  See you then."

"Yes, till Friday," he said, and hung up.

* * * * *

For the next three days Dan divided his time between nursing his 
constant erection while he watched the girls in the afternoon, and 
organizing the pictures he had been taking of them.  He was rapidly 
becoming more proficient in dealing with his computer and its 
accessories.  To begin with, he realized that although his computer was 
his private property there was always the possibility that someone 
might happen upon it one day, one of the girls, maybe, or Diana, and he 
didn't want to take the chance that they might see what he had been 
doing with it.  Nate had mentioned something one day about "flash 
drives."  He had researched it and ended up purchasing a little object 
that looked something like a disposable cigarette lighter, but was 
actually a storage device that could hold hundreds of millions of 
bytes.  What was more - and this is what had sold him on the purchase - 
it was protected with a password: no one but he could see what was on 
it if for some reason he lost it.  It plugged into the side of his 
computer, and that was where he now was storing all the digital 
pictures he had taken of the girls as they ran around in their tiny 
bathing suits or their wet, clinging underwear.  Each day when they 
stepped off the school bus he greeted them already aroused from an hour 
of pleasure with their pictures, and rigid with Cialis.

When Friday arrived he was almost glad when Diana and Carmen arrived to 
fetch the girls.  The week had been a period of unrelenting sexual 
tease without release, and he was desperate for whatever treatment 
Elena might have in store for him.  He had followed her instructions 
religiously, drooling over the girls' young bodies and fondling himself 
constantly to the edge of orgasm but no further.  He had been diligent; 
he had been good; he deserved a reward.  After Diana had reminded him 
about bringing the girls over in the morning, after the girls had 
unwittingly pressed into and excited his penis with their goodbye hugs, 
he had a quick supper, took a second shower to dispel the heat and 
sweat of the day, and set out to keep his appointment.

* * * * *

Dr. Salenko approached Dan as he sat on the couch in her office, and 
handed him a glass of water and a small paper cup.  Looking into the 
cup he saw that it contained one of the now familiar orange Cialis 
tablets.  He looked up at her questioningly.

"Yes, Daniel, please take this before we start today.  I realized 
you've already taken one earlier today, but another won't hurt you.  I 
just want to make sure you're up for our session today."  She smiled at 
her little pun.  Dan acknowledged her joke with a smile of his own, and 
took the pill as directed.  Dr. Salenko took her seat near the couch, 
and as she did so there was a knock on the door to the adjoining room.  
After she called out a "come in" the door opened, and her niece Nadya 
entered, pushing a rolling service cart containing a teapot, cups and 
saucers, with the usual accompaniments of milk, sugar and lemon.

Dan looked at the girl in surprise.  She was dressed today in a rather 
short blue skirt of cotton crepe with white lacy trim around the hem, 
and a white sleeveless shirt with spaghetti straps.  This time her 
midriff was covered by her shirt, but the shape of her breasts and the 
small mounds of her nipples were clearly delineated through the thin 
fabric.  Dan tried not to stare.

"Why, hello, Nadya," he said.  "It's nice to see you again."

The girl looked up shyly as she poured tea into the two cups.  
"Privet," she said.  "Oh!  I mean, hi."

"Yes, Nadya is helping me out a bit today," Dr. Salenko explained.  "It 
will save us some time.  She's quite an efficient assistant."  After 
pouring the tea, the girl turned and slowly walked back toward the 
door.  Dan watched her as she walked slowly away from him, at her hips 
and pert rear as they moved gracefully under the skirt, his eyes taking 
in the expanse of her smooth calves and thighs, which the short skirt 
exposed almost to her underwear.

"Poka," Dan called as she reached the door.  She stopped and looked 
back at him in surprise.

"Poka," she answered, grinning, but not without a nervous glance at her 
aunt.  Then she waved her fingertips at Dan and went through the door, 
closing it behind her.  Dr. Salenko watched this exchange with a small 
smile.

"All right, Daniel, shall we begin?"  She motioned to the Chinese 
screen.  Dan went to it and changed into his "dojo" robe, then returned 
to the couch.  They sipped their tea for a few minutes.

"So, Daniel, tell me about your week."  And he did, starting with his 
purchase of the Slip-N-Slide, the fun the girls had with it, the fun he 
had watching them.  She stopped him occasionally, asking him to 
describe the girls in detail, how they were dressed, how it made him 
feel.  "Did this arouse you, Daniel?  Did it make you very excited?"  
When he said that it did - very much - she wanted to know whether he 
was tempted to masturbate, then or later.  He said that yes, he did, 
but assured her that he had followed her instructions to the letter - 
no orgasm, even when he was teasing himself with their pictures later 
in bed.  This caught her attention.

"Pictures?" she said.

"Yes, I bought a little camera, and I, well, I took pictures of them 
while they were playing on the slide."

"Ah, I see," she replied.  "You know, Daniel, I would be very 
interested to see any pictures you take.  Could you bring them with you 
next time, please?"

"Sure," he said.  "I can do that."  He was starting to feel very 
relaxed, very warm and comfortable.  Ah, yes, the tea, he thought to 
himself.  Describing his activities with the girls had begun the 
familiar warm tingle between his legs, and memory of Nadya's pert 
breasts and long legs was adding to the heat.

"Now, if I understood you on the phone, the two little girls are going 
to be with you all weekend?  And in fact they will sleep in your house 
on Saturday night?"

"Yes, that's right."

"Just you and the girls in the house overnight?"

"Yes."

"Well, this is certainly going to be a challenge for you, Daniel.  
We'll have to take steps to ensure that you will be properly prepared 
for that."  Standing up, she moved behind her chair, an index finger 
pressed to her lips in thought, then walked across the room to her 
desk.  "Actually, Daniel," she said, "I think it would be advisable for 
me to see you as soon as possible after your experience this weekend."  
She picked up an appointment book and consulted it.  "Would you be able 
to come in on Sunday evening at seven?  Our usual time?"

"You mean just after the girls leave?"

"Yes.  We could do that in place of our next Friday session, and then 
resume the normal schedule after that."

"Sure, I could do that."

"Good," she said and returned to her chair.  "All right, Daniel," she 
said as she sat down.  "Would you open your robe, please?"

He stared at her.  "You want me to open my robe now?  Open it ... 
below?"

"Yes, if you please."

"Well ... okay."  With some embarrassment he loosened the sash and 
slowly pulled the flaps apart.  His penis was completed exposed, and 
had started to stiffen in response to their conversation and to the 
Cialis that was now coursing through his bloodstream.

"Good, Daniel," she said.  "Now lean back on the couch and relax, 
please.  Yes, good.  And open your legs a bit wider."  He did, avoiding 
her eyes.  "And now Daniel, please arouse yourself."

He looked at her, not quite comprehending.  "Arouse myself?"

"Yes, Daniel, I want you to use your hand to stimulate your penis."

"While ... while you watch me?"

"Oh, yes, very definitely while I watch you!" she said with a small 
laugh.  "It's important that we get you to a high degree of excitement 
before we begin today.  It will also be helpful to me to observe how 
you pleasure yourself - more data, Daniel.  So please, think about 
things that have excited you at home - or here - and masturbate for me, 
Daniel."

He swallowed hard and after a few moments of indecision he reached 
forward and took his penis in his hand.  He kept his eyes focused on 
it, avoiding looking up at Dr. Salenko, and started with a few 
tentative brushes with his fingers up the underside of his shaft.  It 
immediately responded to his touch, rising in a bobbing movement, and 
when he looked up briefly at the woman who was observing him, she 
slowly crossed her legs, in the process providing him with a view up 
her skirt to the tops of her gartered stockings.  This caused the 
adrenalin to rise in his chest, and he grasped his cock more firmly in 
his fist and began to stroke it up and down more deliberately.  The 
familiar pleasure began to overcome him, and he closed his eyes in 
surrender to the erotic sensations and to the warm, sensual confusion 
that the drugged tea was inducing in him.  He thought of Lita and of 
Nadya, and of the voluptuous woman sitting across from him who crossed 
and re-crossed her legs whenever his eyes fell upon her.  He was so 
aroused, so excited, that he even reached down to fondle his balls as 
he played with and teased the head of his penis, as he so loved to do 
at home.  And having someone watch him as he did it was so strange, so 
incredibly exciting ... the pleasure rose and rose, it was so good, so 
good...

"All right, Daniel, stop."  The voice rang out like a bell in a fog, 
and startled him out of the near trance-like state he had fallen into.  
He opened his eyes and saw Dr. Salenko smiling at him, and at his 
livid, almost purple erection.  It was projecting out of his lap, stiff 
and rigid, almost painfully hard.

"Excellent, Daniel, really excellent.  Just right for what comes next.  
Now just relax for a few minutes while I prepare."  Unconsciously he 
began to reach for his cock.  "No, no, Daniel, no more touching.  Just 
rest for a moment.  When we continue I shall be monitoring you myself."  
He leaned back in the couch trying to catch his breath.  He watched as 
Dr. Salenko maneuvered the computer cart to face him.  She slipped a CD 
into the opened tray and then closed it with a touch of her index 
finger.  When she was ready she turned back to him.

"Now, Daniel, this will be a little different today.  I will have you 
watch not still images, but rather short videos of a particular kind.  
From what you have told me about the past week, I can see that you have 
done a remarkable job in learning to control yourself in the face of 
intense erotic stimulation.  Being so close to those young bodies that 
you find so exciting, and no sexual release whatsoever - very good 
Daniel, bravo!  What this tells me is that you are ready to proceed to 
the next stage in your training.  Are you ready?  How are you feeling?"

Dan looked down at his cock.  His erection hadn't flagged an iota, it 
was still hot and aching and in need.  "To tell you the truth," he 
said, "if I don't get relief of some kind soon, I ... well, I don't 
know if I can take any more."

"Oh, Daniel, I understand," she said with warm, sympathetic concern.  
"I know what you're going through, really I do.  But as I've explained 
to you, I need to make this very difficult for you in order to make you 
stronger."  She patted his leg very close to his penis, but didn't 
touch it.  "Let's just get through this next exercise, and then we'll 
see what we can do for you later."  He sighed and nodded, and she 
positioned herself on the couch next to him and started the first 
video.

It showed a young girl, perhaps thirteen years old, lying on a bed with 
her head resting in the palm of her hand, her elbow bent.  She was very 
blond and was totally nude - her small breasts were visible, but her 
pubic region was hidden by something that was lying next to her along 
the extent of her body.  The camera moved a little and it became plain 
that she was lying next to an adult man, also nude.  Smiling, she ran 
her hand slowly up his leg, glancing up to the right to where his face 
would be off camera.  Then she moved herself up further along his body, 
and the camera followed her until her face was even with his penis.  It 
lay in a thick nest of hair, lying flaccid pointing downward in his 
crotch.  The girl delicately lifted it with her thumb and index finger 
and positioned it on his belly pointing upward toward his head.  Then 
she began to run her index finger slowly up and down its length, 
studying it intently, her mouth partly open with excitement as it began 
to expand and grow.  Soon it was fully erect, and she took it in her 
hand and began to massage it gently up and down.  She looked up towards 
the man's invisible face and smiled languorously.  "Like it?"  she 
whispered.  The only response was a low groan.  She grinned and set to 
work teasing his penis with little taps and flicks of her fingertips up 
and down the underside of the shaft.  After a while she got up and 
settled herself between the man's legs, forcing them apart to make 
room.  She smiled up at him once more, then lowered her head and began 
to lick gently from the base of his penis up the shaft to the head, 
where she busied herself with slow licking and swirling her tongue all 
around the swollen glans.  She took it tentatively into her mouth, 
which was difficult because the man's penis was now fully engorged, its 
head the size of a small apricot, making it impossible for her to fit 
it all into her mouth.  She sucked on it as well as she could, then 
concentrated on kissing and sucking on the underside at the cleft of 
the glans.  She evidently knew this is what he needed because of his 
moans and the involuntary thrusting of his hips.  She kept it up until 
his cock exploded in an ejaculation that sent sperm flying to the left 
off-camera, leaving a wet streak along her right cheek.  The clip ended 
as she slowly masturbated his bucking cock, lubricating it with his 
warm sperm and gazing happily up into his face.

Dan hadn't seen anything like this before, and might have been shocked 
if it weren't for the semi-conscious erotic miasma his mind had settled 
into.  As the clip started he felt Elena's hand begin to "monitor" him 
- first a gentle, barely perceptible pressure of fingertips against his 
shaft, but then, as the girl on the screen began to work on her adult 
lover, this changed to subtly exciting squeezes and strokes.  
Tantalizing touches and flicks on the most sensitive parts of his penis 
accompanied the actions of the skillful thirteen-year-old fellatrix on 
the screen, leading him close to orgasm, but stopping too soon to 
achieve it.

Another video followed, this one even more shocking than the first - 
but not shocking for Dan; he was beyond that.  He had become little 
more than a bare nerve of erotic desperation, reacting to each 
additional sexual onslaught with ever-rising need for more of it.  In 
this one an Hispanic girl of no more than eight was avidly licking at 
the thick, stubby penis of a corpulent man who sat on a stool with his 
legs spread as she kneeled between his fat thighs and serviced his 
swollen cock.  She obviously had little notion of what she was doing, 
certainly none of the first girl's awareness of the sexuality of her 
acts.  She had simply been told by the man - probably her father or 
uncle - to lick his thingy, and she was just doing what she was told, 
to provide pleasure for him, and to excite the viewers of the clip.  It 
was a totally reprehensible act, illegal and morally repugnant, but 
still Dan's cock thrilled to the subtle manipulations of the monitoring 
fingers as they urged him to imagine the sweetness of even this 
preadolescent tongue.

Several more videos followed with girls of varying ages, blondes, 
redheads, brunettes, all of them graphically displaying the pedophile's 
fantasy of a blowjob from an underage girl.  The final clip showed a 
fair, blond-haired girl on her knees between the legs of the man she 
was sucking, looking up into the camera so that the viewer could 
imagine she was doing it to him as she looked into his eyes.  She was 
slowly sucking the erect penis in and out of her mouth, occasionally 
removing it to smile sweetly and give it a teasing lick, before 
returning to sucking it.

"Can you imagine how that would feel, Daniel?"  Elena was 
whispering up to him now as she fondled his penis in just the way he 
had done himself earlier, with one hand teasing and flicking the head 
of his cock while the other gently scratched his scrotum.  "Even when 
she's sucking on him like that her tongue is probably moving all around 
inside her mouth, don't you think?  Oh my, how that must feel!  
Wouldn't you love that, Daniel?  Don't you need that?"  He couldn't 
respond.  He understood her words and they seared into his subconscious 
but he couldn't speak.  She was right - he needed that so much!

"Imagine, Daniel, imagine how her mouth would feel..."  He set his mind 
to imagining it, and the skillful caressing of his penis slowly 
changed: warmth enveloped his cock, the engulfing, wet warmth of a 
cradling mouth, a gently sucking mouth, and the almost unbearable tease 
of a tongue that knew just where to flick and worry, how to grant or 
deny pleasure, how to ravish and how to torment.  He had slid low in 
the couch now and was almost prone on his back as the clever, knowing 
mouth worked on him.  He looked down and saw through his drugged haze 
the blond pigtails, the gray eyes, the adorable, strange face.  She 
looked into his eyes and extended the tip of a pink tongue toward the 
most erotically sensitive part of his cock and flicked it rapidly a 
mere millimeter from the tortured member.  Her mouth formed a pout and 
her head moved slowly from side to side in a sad "no."  Then she 
puckered her lips into a playful, mocking kiss and grinned at him 
wickedly, a glimpse of chipped tooth, more sucking, more licking, more 
madness.  He was lost in a moist garden of aching, unrelieved pleasure, 
in a mist redolent of sweet lilacs, and he knew, he knew...

* * * * *

He recovered slowly this time; he didn't know how long he had sat on 
the couch semi-conscious, dreaming.  He was aware of someone standing 
in front of him.  He looked up and saw Dr. Salenko.  She smiled at him, 
sympathetically but with a trace of amusement.

"You need to get dressed now, Daniel," she said gently, and motioned 
toward the screen at the other end of the room.

He looked down at himself.  The robe was open, and his erection was 
still raging - there had been no orgasm, no release.  "I need ... 
didn't you say that we could do something to ..."

"No, Daniel," she interrupted, "I think that's enough for today.  We've 
had a very successful session, and I think you are in just the right 
condition to face your weekend."  She reached down and lightly touched 
his hard penis - it was warm and deep red in color, and it responded to 
her gentle touch with a visible expansion that swelled the glans, 
making it shine like a small, purple plum.  "Yes," she repeated, "just 
the right condition."

* * * * *

When Dan arrived home at about nine o'clock he did what he had always 
thought of as a joke, a cliché: he took a cold shower.  Standing naked 
in his bedroom, looking down at his distressed penis, still hard with a 
double dose of Cialis and absolutely screaming for relief, he almost 
succumbed to the intense desire to grab it and stroke it to the climax 
it desperately needed.  No, he thought; he'd gotten this far, he'd try 
his best to get through this surreal therapy to which he'd committed 
himself.  Sometimes it seemed like madness to him, what Elena was 
having him do and was doing to him, and it made him dizzy trying to 
straighten out the confused memories that spun in his head, so like 
dreams seen clearly when he was in their midst but which then faded 
immediately when he awoke.  It was all so crazy, but he had to admit he 
was surprised by his ability to carry out the regimen of sexual denial 
that Elena was demanding of him.  Maybe she was right, and he actually 
was developing a new strength of resolve.  That might be, but lurking 
behind these thoughts was the darkly thrilling sense that the coming 
weekend would be all the sweeter because of his suppressed and 
simmering frustration.

But for now the problem below his waist had to be dealt with.  He got 
into a warm shower as usual, then gradually turned it toward the cold, 
until after about a minute he was standing under a biting stream of 
shocking cold water.  He gritted his teeth to withstand it, and 
actually became accustomed to the lower temperature after a short 
while.  After a minute or two more he stepped out of the shower, his 
skin tight and tingling, and was relieved to see that his overwrought 
penis had actually lost most of its turgor, and was now hanging 
obediently between his legs, somewhat shrunken by cold, and his 
testicles were drawn up tight against his body.  So the beast has been 
tamed, he thought to himself, but he didn't trust it.  Just before 
retiring he threw back two shots of Chivas to make sure that the one-
eyed monster would remain unconscious and harmless in its lair until 
dawn.

* * * * *

Dan was up early Saturday morning, getting ready for his chaperoning 
duties.  He had already decided what he would do with the girls during 
the day, and had gotten Diana's approval when she called just before 
the crew was about to leave for his house.  By the time they arrived 
Josie and Lita had already been told what the day held in store for 
them.

The girls burst into the house before their mothers were even out of 
the car.  "SplashaRama?  SplashaRama?  We' going to SplashaRama?  
Yeeeeeeeee!"  Both girls were jumping up and down with excitement.

"Well, that was the plan, but we can do something else if you want," 
Dan said with a straight face.

"No no no!  SplashaRama, SplashaRama!  Yaaaaay!"  They held hands and 
spun themselves around in a circle in the entry way, laughing and 
cheering.

SplashaRama was a water park about an hour's drive away.  Neither of 
the girls had ever been there, but had heard a great deal about it from 
friends at school, and it had long been at the top of their have to, 
absolutely just have to do before I just die! things to do.  Dan had 
thought of it immediately after Diana had asked him to kid-sit over the 
weekend, given their reaction to the Slip-N-Slide.  It was perfect: it 
was something they would love, and something that would give them a 
good physical workout, really tire them out - but a good tired, leading 
to a nice, deep sleep at day's end.  He was curious about the place, 
too; something told him there would be much there to interest him as 
well.  And the day was perfect - warm, sunny, not a cloud in the sky.  
So, the car loaded, his camera pocketed, they were off.  He had decided 
to hold off taking the Cialis until later in the day, wisely, as it 
turned out.

When they arrived he was a little concerned when he saw that the 
parking lot was almost full.  But the grounds were very large, with 
several areas of slides, swimming pools and attractions such as 
miniature golf, so that once inside the place was really not at all 
overcrowded.  It was pricey to get in, but that didn't bother him; this 
was a special occasion - very special.

Dan wasn't particularly enamored of amusement or "theme" parks.  They 
seemed crass and bloated to him, full of empty over-stimulation and bad 
food, and over-priced souvenir stands.  But a water park seemed somehow 
different; although it did have some of the amusement park sleaziness, 
the idea that it was based on the enjoyment of cool, clear water gave 
it an pure, innocent appeal - water, the root of life, our first 
element.  It felt fine to be there.

They walked past the golf courses and swimming pools until they reached 
the reason they were there: rising from the center of the complex was 
the serpentine network of multicolored chutes and slides, twisting and 
coiling like the plastic entrails of a Toy Story monster, through which 
screaming children and adults were hurtling and careening, ultimately 
to be disgorged in leaping clouds of spray into an enormous pool of 
Caribbean-blue water.

The area surrounding the pool was quite pleasant.  Instead of concrete, 
it was covered with a kind of artificial turf, a sort of "astro-turf" 
that was cool and comfortable to walk and sit on.  They found a free 
spot and arranged their things on beach blankets - the girls had 
brought lots to play with: beach balls, a Frisbee, even shovels and 
pails, although there was no sand there for them; but the girls 
couldn't be dissuaded.

After doffing their clothes - they had all worn their bathing suits 
underneath - they set off to climb the stairs to the slides.  Dan 
wasn't really interested in participating himself, but the girls 
insisted that he accompany them; even though they had being dying to do 
this for a long time, they were still a little apprehensive.  So, at 
the first slide, one of the lower ones that wound around in a shallow 
loop and then plunged downward into the pool, they arranged themselves 
in a line: in front was Josie, then came Lita, then Dan.  When Lita 
positioned herself between Dan's legs with Josie between hers, Dan 
realized he had a problem.  As soon as the pretty ten-year-old's warm 
bottom pressed back into his crotch, his erection began to grow 
immediately.  Even before they set off down the slide it was extending 
vertically almost to the top of his bathing suit, and Lita's movements 
as she squirmed between his legs were providing him with delightful 
sensations.  In order to balance themselves, Dan needed to hold Lita 
around her waist, while she did the same with Josie.  So Dan found 
himself with his hands on Lita's bare midriff, pressing her back 
against him, with her round bottom rubbing against a very pleasurable 
hard-on.  He was tempted to raise his arms from her stomach to clasp 
her little breasts, but he resisted.  As they picked up speed, with the 
water coursing around them, the girls screamed and loved it; Dan 
remained quiet and loved it, too, for different reasons.

After they hit the water and swam around for a few minutes, the girls 
wanted to go up immediately for another ride.  He was able to convince 
them to go without him - he told them he needed a rest - and he would 
go on the next one with them.  That was okay with them so they pulled 
themselves out of the water and headed up the stairs again, leaving him 
to "rest".  This consisted in his thanking his lucky stars that he had 
decided not to take the Cialis in the morning.  As it was, it took ten 
minutes for his erection to subside, even in the cool water.

After a couple more rides with the girls he left them to their own 
devices while he returned to their blanket encampment.  He got out his 
camera and caught a few shots of the girls on their way down the 
chutes, and their explosive arrivals into the pool.  Then he wandered 
around for a while, observing the various groups of people there and 
their activities.  As he had hoped there were scantily clad young girls 
everywhere.  What a fine place, he murmured to himself as he wandered 
about, taking in the sight of so many enticing almost-bare little bums 
and breasts.

He noticed a curious thing almost right away.  Most of the people there 
were families with children, or groups of teenagers; but in addition to 
them there were also a significant number of individual men, sitting by 
themselves on blankets or walking about as he was, several with cameras 
like his.  He instantly knew what this meant, especially since he saw 
no lone women, only men - it was a kind of there-but-for-the-grace-of-
God moment for him, because these loners were obviously there in search 
of the same kind of secret excitement that he had come to crave over 
the past few months.  Now isn't this interesting, he thought to 
himself.  He was sure he was seeing in the flesh representatives of the 
secret fellowship he often imagined while enjoying a picture of a 
tantalizing little girl.  Interesting; very interesting.

He found that it was easy to spot the objects of the men's attention as 
he followed them at a discrete distance, or watched them as they lay on 
their blankets.  Almost always it was little girls that led them along 
on their quests, sometimes a young teenager, but always a pretty girl 
who was unaware of the effect she was having on these lone hunters.  
Those who carried cameras took pains not to be obvious about the 
subjects they preferred.  He often observed a man holding his camera 
down by his side as if he were simply carrying it, doing his best to 
point it in the right direction as he pressed the shutter.  He saw one 
guy who was on a blanket near a group of young teenagers with his 
camera inside a shoe.  Whenever a girl walked by his blanket he would 
reach out as if to take the shoe and snap a shot of her from a low 
angle.  He must have been counting the hours until he'd be able to 
hurry home to make good use of these images!

Dan returned to his own blanket and got out a book while the girls 
investigated all of the slides several times.  Eventually they 
returned, and dried themselves off with towels.  Then they got out a 
beach ball and proceeded to have a game of catch.

Dan saw right away that they had been noticed.  In particular, three 
men who were situated not far away immediately began to watch the girls 
as they played.  It wasn't surprising that they did, if they were in 
fact members of the "fellowship," for the girls were very eye-catching.  
Little blond Josie was wearing a one-piece suit of yellow spandex that 
fit her spare frame like a glove.  She was immature and flat-chested, 
although little points of nipples popped out through the thin fabric of 
the suit, and between her legs a tightly molded cleft indicated that 
she was obviously a little girl.  Lita was in a sapphire-blue bikini.  
Its tiny bottom cut low across her shapely hips, passing across her 
belly just above her rounded mons, and the thong in back left her 
round, firm globes virtually nude.  The top was a band no more than 
three inches wide, tied behind her back, and was held up by two thin 
straps that were tied at the back of her neck, and exposed equally the 
rounded portions of both the tops and bottoms of her developing 
breasts.  To members of the "fellowship" she would be absolutely mouth-
watering.

As the girls tossed the ball back and forth, Dan pretended to read 
while he unobtrusively watched the three men ogling the girls.  They 
were all obviously very interested, their eyes following every movement 
of the pair as they ran and pranced.  They didn't seem to be aware of 
each other, and didn't look at Dan at all - their attention was very 
definitely on the girls.

They were all different - one was overweight, with long hair pulled 
back in a greasy ponytail, and was wearing boxer style swimming trunks 
and a loud Hawaiian shirt.  He was sitting with his arms around his 
bent knees and was pretending to be looking at the people coming down 
the slides, but spent most of his time looking over toward the girls.  
Dan decided to call him Fat Man.

One of the other two was with a woman, his wife probably, who was 
dozing on a blanket next to him.  He was in middle age, perhaps 
retired, and appeared to be very nervous as he stared avidly at the 
girls, constantly glancing sidewise at his wife to make sure she didn't 
see what he was doing.  Him Dan dubbed Henpecked.

The third man was by himself like Fat Man, but was much leaner.  He was 
wearing Speedo trunks with no shirt, and sat leaning forward with his 
arms draped over his raised knees.  His face appeared tense, and he 
licked his lips and bit his lower lip nervously.  An obvious erection 
bulged under his Speedos.  Dan called him Wolf.

To amuse himself, Dan made up back stories for each of the voyeuristic 
trio.  Fat Man was unsuccessful in love, in spite of his attempts to 
project a hip, cool image. He tried to keep his weight down, but when 
he should have been out exercising he spent his time masturbating at 
his computer instead, usually to pictures of girls who looked just like 
the ones he was staring at now.

Henpecked had been in a dreary marriage for years, and on those rare 
occasions when he made love to his wife was able to get off only by 
imagining he was pumping between the legs of a young teenager, a very 
young teenager.  Dan imagined him next to his wife at night, waiting 
for her to fall asleep so that he could reach down and quietly see to 
himself.

Wolf was a peeping tom in Dan's scenario, spending his nights creeping 
around neighborhoods trying to get peeks at young girls as they 
undressed, but was never successful.  He was nervous as a rabbit, and 
likely to bolt if a real girl were to actually talk to him.

Dan chuckled to himself as he imagined these silly stories that almost 
certainly had no basis in reality.  But one thing was true beyond any 
doubt, and that was that all three of these men were getting 
terrifically turned on by watching the two scantily clad girls who were 
cavorting so near them, unconsciously teasing the very hell out of 
them!  The girls were certainly beautiful, and Dan didn't blame the 
guys for the attention they were paying them.  At one point Lita missed 
the ball that Josie had thrown to her, and had to run by Fat Man to 
chase it.  When she retrieved it she passed by him again, and his mouth 
hung open at the sight of her pert, virtually nude rear as she tripped 
by him.

Dan decided to try an experiment.  Picking up his book he got up and 
started walking toward the building that contained the public rest 
rooms.  When he had gone half way he turned and came back, stopping 
when he reached a tree that was near to the girls and their admirers.  
From there he watched for a while, and almost laughed at how the men 
were behaving now that the girls' guardian was not around.  Fat Man had 
actually moved his blanket closer to the girls, and was now lying on 
his stomach, taking pictures of them with a small camera.  He was 
pretending to be photographing the complex of slides, but often 
causally turned toward the girls and snapped off a few shots.  The way 
he was moving around on the blanket left no doubt in Dan's mind that he 
was grinding on his erection.  Wolf's hand was actually hanging down 
between his legs now, idly swinging back and forth, and Dan could see 
that on each swing his fingertips were brushing the sizeable bulge in 
his crotch.  Henpecked had thrown caution to the winds and was paying 
no attention to his wife at all - he had raised himself onto his 
forearms and was running his tongue back and forth along his upper lip 
as the stared goggle-eyed at Lita as she bent over to pick up the ball.  
He too was moving his hips from side to side on the blanket, like Fat 
Man.

When Dan returned the men withdrew into themselves a bit, but soon were 
sneaking peeks again.  When the girls switched from the beach ball to 
the Frisbee, Fat Man had another opportunity for a close-up look.  Lita 
threw it too high, and as Josie turned to chase it, it struck his leg.  
"Gee, sorry Mister!" she said as she stood facing him.  He blinked and 
looked at the disk on his blanket, then picked it up and clumsily 
tossed it up to her.

"N...no problem," he said nervously as he threw it.  Because of his 
position on his blanket his eyes were on a level with Josie's stomach, 
and he found himself looking directly between her legs at the little 
"camel toe" nestled there.

"Thanks, Mister!" she chirped as she turned to run back to Lita.  Fat 
Man stared at her little flexing bottom as she went.

Dan was feeling a mounting excitement himself as he observed this going 
on.  He knew how aroused these men were becoming, and he enjoyed 
imagining the large erections they were doing their best to conceal as 
they panted and drooled over the pretty little girls.  "Yes," he found 
himself thinking, "keep watching them, gentlemen, keep hoping and 
wishing you'll get to see more.  Getting you hard, isn't it?  Driving 
you crazy?  But you love it, don't you?  You can never get enough, and 
you know it."  He felt his own cock starting to swell at the thought of 
how much the two little girls in his charge were tantalizing these men.  
He knew exactly how they were feeling, and was deriving a vicarious 
thrill from their growing arousal and erotic frustration.  He knew that 
as soon as they were alone they would be masturbating furiously to 
memories of Lita and Josie - except for poor Henpecked, who would have 
to wait until his wife was fast asleep before he could begin to fondle 
and moan.  All of them must be feeling jealous of him, wishing they 
could be the ones to take these adorable little nymphets home, wishing 
they could be all alone with them.  Dan was starting to get very 
excited by the thought of the approaching evening himself.

He decided to perform another experiment.  He called the girls over to 
him and gave them some money for snacks.  He asked them to get them all 
some hot dogs and drinks, pointing to a concession stand that was not 
far away.  They would have to walk by Fat Man to get to it, and he knew 
that the girls would give the guy a sweet smile and hello as they 
passed him - they were very friendly kids.  And that's exactly what 
happened.  "Hi, Mister!" Lita said as they walked by him.  She 
unconsciously slowed her pace, somehow sensing that she was being 
admired and enjoying it.  He sat up immediately and turned to face them 
as they walked by and mumbled a "hello", blushing furiously.  When 
they'd gone a few steps Lita turned and smiled at him again, giving him 
a brief wave.  He sat staring at them as they went, leaning back on his 
hands and not noticing that the bulge was obvious under his trunks, 
extending down his thigh almost out into the open air.  He was still in 
that position - and condition - when the girls returned with the 
refreshments.  "Hi again!" Lita said as she passed him, and gave him a 
wrinkled-nose grin.  He stared at the twin globes of her exposed, firm 
bottom as she walked slowly by him, and Dan could imagine what might 
have been going through his mind as he watched her: "Oh my God that 
ass!   She must know what she's doing to me, she has to know, the 
little bitch is teasing me on purpose just for fun, ohhhhh my God..."  
That would certainly be part of the poor guy's fantasies as he 
masturbated to thoughts of her far into the night.

The day passed with more climbing to the slides and plunging into the 
pool, the girls even managing to get Dan to go with them once more.  
Finally it was time to start packing up for their departure.  Of the 
girls' not-so-secret admirers only Fat Man and Wolf remained - 
Henpecked had long since been dragged away by his cranky wife when she 
awoke.  This was unfortunate for him, for it meant that he would miss 
the one last torment that Dan had in mind for the hungry watchers.

The girls had just recently emerged from the pool, and their suits were 
still wet.  There were changing rooms available not far away, but Dan 
made no mention of them.  He had often been with Diana and her family 
at the beach, and he knew that Josie had no sense of shame about 
nudity.

"Come on, Lita," he said, "give me a hand."  He gave her one end of the 
large beach towel while he held the other, and together they made a 
little terrycloth blind behind which Josie could drop her bathing suit 
and get her clothes on.  Dan had decided that Wolf would get the thrill 
of seeing a little girl naked, since, in Dan's imaginary back story at 
least, he was the unfortunate voyeur who never got lucky.  So, with the 
towel held so that Fat Man saw only the barrier and Wolf had a full-on 
view of Josie, the little girl began to wriggle out of her wet suit.  
Dan was facing Fat Man, and almost felt sorry for him when he saw the 
disappointment and dashed hopes in his face.  Wolf was behind him, so 
he could only imagine the man's expression was as he watched a little 
girl he had been lusting over all day standing totally naked before him 
for several delicious seconds.  Dan glanced down at her - she certainly 
was cute, with her slender nymph's body and the smooth, puffy little 
vulva peeking out between her legs.  She quickly pulled up her panties 
and shorts and pulled her t-shirt on over her head, and the towel was 
lowered.  Dan turned and cast a sidewise glance at Wolf.  The man was 
panting through his slack mouth, and his eyes were glazed and half-
closed.  Dan smiled inwardly.  "Don't mention it, sir," he thought.  
"Only too happy to help you along."

He knew that Lita would be a different story, so he didn't suggest that 
she repeat Josie's procedure.  Instead, he took the towel and wrapped 
it loosely around her and had Josie help him hold it up.  Lita got the 
idea immediately, and reached behind her back to untie the bikini top, 
while Dan undid the ties around her neck and pulled the top free from 
under the towel.  Then she reached down and lifted the towel enough to 
hook her thumbs into the bikini bottom at her hips and pushed it down, 
while the bottom edge of the towel fell again to cover her, but only 
just.  Dan waited a few seconds before reaching down with his free hand 
to fetch her clothing, letting Fat Man and Wolf register the fact that 
the pretty girl with the lovely little breasts was now totally naked 
under the flimsy towel - might it fall down, could that happen as they 
watched, could it, could it?  But it didn't, and Dan reached down and 
lifted her tiny lacy panties out of the beach bag at his feet.  He 
moved slowly, making sure that the two drooling men got a good look at 
the frilly, sexy underwear that this little girl liked to wear.  He 
handed the panties to her, and she raised a leg to step into them, the 
top of her thigh almost, but not quite, lifting the towel enough to 
afford a view between her legs where Wolf's eyes were now glued; for 
his part, Fat Man got a quick glimpse of the bottom of that beautiful 
little ass that had driven him crazy earlier.  She pulled the panties 
up snugly, and took the t-shirt that Dan handed her and pulled it over 
her head.  He removed the towel, and Lita stood in her lavender bikini 
panties and midriff-baring half-t while Dan took his time fishing her 
shorts out of the bag.  She pulled them up and helped Josie stash their 
toys into the big beach bag.  Then, after folding the blankets and 
towels, they all set off for the parking lot, leaving two aching, rock-
hard penises behind them.

* * * * *

Home after dark, two little girls too tired for dinner.  They had eaten 
hot dogs, though; that was enough.  They slept in the car while Grandpa 
Dan emptied it, then he coaxed them awake to stumble to the door with 
his help.  Up to the bathroom, girls, into the bath.  Awww, do we have 
to?  Yes, sweeties, it's gotten cooler, look, your lips are blue just 
from walking from the car.  It will make you nice and warm and ready 
for bed.  You want to go to bed, don't you, won't that feel good after 
a nice, warm bath?  And while you're in there I'll make some nice 
cocoa.

To the suitcase, find their night clothes - here's Josie's My Little 
Pony pajamas, and here's ... oh my!  A nightgown for Lita, white, 
embroidered, open in front down to the waist with a lacy tie to draw it 
closed.  It looks like it will reach down to her knees, almost.  And 
panties, loose, frilly bloomers.

To the kitchen now, put on milk to warm for cocoa.  Into the cups a 
heaping spoonful each of the chocolaty powder, will wait until they're 
out of the bath to pour the milk, have it nice and warm for them.  And 
some spice will be nice, into each cup right now a little bit of spice, 
a little spicy rum, just a little, just a thimbleful each, they won't 
notice, just a little to help them sleep.

They're out of the bath now, hand their pajamas in to them.  They come 
downstairs - sit them down on the couch and dry their hair with a 
towel, bring in the warm, sweet cocoa.  Mmm, says Josie, cinnamony.  
Mmm echoes Lita.  They sit on the couch with their feet curled up under 
them, sipping.  Dan has forgotten to give Lita the panties for under 
her nightgown, but she doesn't seem to have noticed.  Oh well, no harm 
done.

Okay, girls, up we go, time to brush your teeth and into bed.  Take 
their cups and put them aside, help the two sleepy little moppets up 
the stairs into the bathroom.  Give them toothbrushes - they brush 
drowsily for a minute.  Now lead them into the bedroom.  Josie falls 
into her bed, Dan leads Lita to hers and gently lays her down, drawing 
up her legs onto the bed and patting her soft feet before pulling the 
covers up over her.  He returns to Josie and covers her as well.  He 
turns out the overhead light but leaves the nightlight on, which is 
bright enough to see the girls in their beds.  They both sigh 
contentedly as he leaves the room.  He goes into the bathroom himself 
and takes a brief shower.

Downstairs into the kitchen in his short bathrobe, pour a glass of 
water - one tablet of Cialis now, at the end of the day.  The camera is 
still in the beach bag - remove it and check the battery - fully 
charged, good.  The temperature has dropped, so turn up the heat a bit.  
The house should be warmer soon, the girls will be warm in their beds.  
Into the den now with a book and a Chivas, into his chair.  He looks at 
the clock.  It shouldn't be long before the girls are deeply asleep - a 
half hour, perhaps?  About the same time for the Cialis to kick in.

He waits.  The book is in his lap, unread.  He sits back, looking off 
into space, thinking of the day, of Elena, of everything.  His robe has 
fallen open and he looks down at himself.  His penis is warm and soft 
as he takes it in his hand, but responds immediately to his touch.  He 
closes his eyes and thinks about the day's outing, about how his two 
girls - he thinks of them as his, now - had cast their spell over the 
poor pedophiles at the park.  He smiles at the thought that they are 
probably at home at this very moment jerking hard while fantasizing 
about the two little girls who are now upstairs asleep in his house.  
Of course he is touching himself now, too, but he isn't jerking.  His 
hand moves slowly and gently, coaxing himself up for what is to come, 
pleasuring himself in anticipation.  He looks down at his growing 
erection and takes a sip of the Chivas - not much, he wants to be awake 
and alert this night; just enough to be aware of its warmth in his 
belly and of the pleasure of his slow strokes.  He stops and regards 
his penis for a full minute; it remains rigid and erect, and he knows 
it will stay that way for hours, for the entire night.  As long, that 
is, as he denies it relief.  He won't break Elena's rule, oh no.  When 
he sees her tomorrow evening his cock will have been through an ordeal 
of temptation and pleasure, but it will have experienced no relief.  
And he will have proof to offer - he reaches over to touch his camera - 
Elena will see that he followed her instructions, and deserves mercy 
from her, this one time.

He looks over at the clock and sees that thirty minutes have passed.  
He stands and goes to the stairs and slowly mounts them.  Upstairs he 
passes silently down the hallway on bare feet, and pauses outside the 
girls' bedroom.  The door is slightly ajar, and he listens.  He hears 
deep, regular breathing, and two sets of tiny snores, one slightly 
faster than the other.  He takes a deep breath and opens the door 
wider, then quietly steps inside.

The bedroom has become much warmer since adjusting the thermostat, and 
both girls have kicked off their blankets, just as he had hoped they 
would.  Josie is lying on her stomach with an arm hanging over the edge 
of the bed, one leg straight and the other lifted and bent as if 
climbing.  He pats her tight little bum affectionately, then on impulse 
reaches down between her legs and runs his fingertips along the soft 
contours of her sex that he can feel through the pajama bottoms.  So 
sweet, he thinks; he might do more of that later.  He removes the 
camera from his pocket and takes a picture of her, with a close-up of 
her lifted, climbing leg, and another of her face, with her soft lips 
parted in repose as she breathes gently in a barely audible little 
snore.

Slowly, he moves to Lita's bed.  When he sees her in the dim 
illumination of the nightlight he allows his robe to fall open, 
exposing his erect penis.  She has kicked the blankets off as well, and 
is lying on her back with her forearms thrown back on the pillow on 
either side of her head.  Her face is turned outward towards him, and 
she is breathing audibly and regularly, deeply asleep.  The hem of her 
nightgown has been pulled up almost to the tops of her thighs, and her 
chest peeks out from the middle of the open front, which has been drawn 
together by the closure tied in a single bow.

Dan looks down at her, feeling the blood pound in his ears.  He takes 
out his camera and positions himself over her; he wants a picture of 
her as he found her, before he exposes her any further.  He begins to 
draw back his robe, but then decides to remove it entirely, quietly 
laying it on the floor next to the bed.  He parts his legs and leans 
backwards slightly, and composes the shot: a rigid, erect phallus 
hanging over the sleeping girl, inches from her body; though she 
sleeps, her arms look raised in surrender, and the lifted skirt of her 
gown entices the man who knows she is nude under it.  After taking 
several more shots with his penis positioned in several places around 
her, Dan puts the camera down and kneels on the floor near her head.  
Then, very carefully, taking great pains not to disturb her sleep, he 
gently pulls on the ends of the bow to untie the closure that holds the 
opening of her gown together.  This done, he grasps the two sides of 
the opening between thumb and index finger of each and slowly, 
carefully pulls it apart.  As the twin mounds of her small, conical 
breasts become visible, a trembling sigh of desire escapes through his 
parted lips.  He fights to keep his breathing under control as he 
stares at her two perfectly symmetrical, pink nipples, little puffy 
strawberries at the tip of each gently up-thrusting breast.  When he 
has completely exposed both of her breasts, he has to stand up and step 
away for a few moments to catch his breath and regain his composure.  
She is more beautiful than he had imagined, and he fights to suppress 
his moans as he gazes down at her, slowly stroking himself.  He takes 
several pictures of his cock being masturbated over her breasts, 
holding the camera in one hand and moving his cock around in various 
positions with the other.

He puts down the camera and stands over her.  It is time for something 
he'd been wanting to do for weeks, something he'd come close to doing 
but had always been able stop before he wound up in real trouble.  
Reaching down, he places both his hands onto the little girl's small, 
firm breasts.  He is full of apprehension, and studies her face to be 
sure she remains asleep.  Assured, he bites his lower lip as he begins 
to massage her, gently squeezing her pretty tits, circling the little 
cones with his hands and lightly brushing her nipples with his thumbs.  
His hands flex and squeeze gently, marveling at the firm elasticity of 
her soft flesh, the blossoming firmness of a young girl's developing 
body.  He looks down at himself as he works, enjoying seeing how his 
cock is reacting as he fondles the little girl, bobbing and quivering 
just inches from her body.  "You like that?" he whispers.  "You like 
how we're feeling her up?"

He stands, and after a few languorous strokes of his cock, he considers 
what to do next, considers the risk.  Taking a deep breath, he kneels 
down beside the bed and lowers his face to Lita's lovely bust.  
Ensuring his tongue is wet with saliva, he gently licks first one of 
her nipples and then the other.  He sits back and listens intently for 
any sign that she has been disturbed or might be waking up; there are 
none, and she continues to breathe deeply and regularly.  He bends 
forward again to lick more, and now begins to suck gently on each of 
her tender nips, swirling his tongue around their areolas and spiraling 
inward until the tip of his tongue is flicking and probing at her 
nipples' centers.  He repeats this operation, but this time combines it 
with gently squeezing and rolling her nipples between thumb and 
forefinger as he licks and sucks.  This time he is rewarded, and his 
cock twitches with pleasure as the little girl's nipples gradually 
became firm and erect under his gentle encouragements.  While she 
remains in this condition he takes up his camera once again, and snaps 
pictures as he rubs the moistened underside of the head of his cock, 
the most erotically sensitive area of his penis, over each of Lita's 
erect nipples, softly moaning in ecstasy, thrilling to the sight and to 
the fact of what he is doing with this beautiful little girl.  He comes 
dangerously close to ejaculating as he does this, several times.  It is 
the most erotically intense experience of his life.

He finally manages to tear himself away from Lita's breasts, because he 
doesn't want to chance not having time to enjoy the rest of her body.  
So now, moving down to her legs, he carefully and very, very slowly 
begins to pull the hem of her gown higher.  He stares avidly down 
between her thighs as the gown goes higher, and feels his heart racing 
as the precious little folds and creases of her pudenda come into view: 
the moist crevice between the plump lips of her labia, the shy little 
hood that hides the tiny pearl of her clitoris, her own center of 
pleasure some day.  Although her sexual maturity is approaching, the 
young girl's lovely vulva is still smooth with only a suggestion of 
fine, downy hair.

In his lust Dan can imagine his thrusting penis entering this moist 
garden of pleasure and delight, but it is something that he knows will 
never be.  Indeed, any slightest kind of penetration at this point 
would lead to disaster - no one could sleep through that.  But he isn't 
able to deny himself the outrageously guilty pleasure of running his 
tongue up her warm little channel to the little hood, which he licks 
three times, very slowly and gently.

The camera is taken up again, and again it captures Dan's cock being 
pleasured by contact with the little girl's delicious body, this time 
as he pushes the tip in and out between her the tops of her thighs, 
then back and forth alongside her little pussy, a millimeter away from 
it, sliding on her saliva-lubricated flesh until with a stifled groan 
he pulls away just in time.

He sits on the floor trying to collect his wits.  He is so incredibly 
excited that it would dangerous for him to go on without calming 
himself down.  He sits holding his breath, again listening to Lita's 
breathing, listening for any tell-tale change of rhythm.  But again 
there are none, just the gentle rustle of her inspirations.  He looks 
at her face, and at her shapely mouth.  Her lips are parted, and he 
moves closer to listen to the air as it gently moves in and out of that 
lovely portal.  He reaches over to her and holds his hand in front of 
her lips - he can feel her soft breath wafting over his fingers in 
warm, moist waves.  So warm, so moist...  Oh, no, Dan, you can't do 
that!  But why, would it be any worse than what you've already done?  
It would be... oh my God, yes, I need to see what it would be like...  
Moving closer to the bed on his knees, Dan moves his hips close to 
where Lita's sleeping face lays at the edge of the mattress.  He takes 
his penis in his hand and guides it into the stream of warm air issuing 
from her parted lips.  He instantly gasps and closes his eyes when he 
feels her breath wafting over the head of his cock, subtly teasing it 
almost beyond endurance.  "Oh my God, oh my God..." he repeats under 
his breath, straining to feel the exquisite rhythm of this new 
stimulation - breath, warmth, pause; breath, warmth, pause.  It is 
driving him mad, and before he can stop himself he takes the next step: 
moving closer to the bed he again grasps his penis but this time brings 
it into direct contact with Lita's soft, moist lips.  He manages to get 
the camera into his free hand, and takes pictures as he gently rubs the 
underside of his cockhead back and forth across Lita's lips as she 
bathes it with her warm, moist breath.  His tongue flicks back and 
forth over his upper lip in uncontrollable lust as he stares down at 
the unbelievable sight of his cock being pleasured, exquisitely 
pleasured, by the soft lips of an adorable little girl.  Once again he 
is driven to the edge of orgasmic release, and once again he manages to 
deny himself that ultimate pleasure.

It is time for him to leave; it would be madness for him to push his 
luck any further than he has already.  But there is one more task he 
wants to complete, to demonstrate to Elena the temptations he is 
flagellating himself with.  He picks up his robe and puts it back on.  
Reaching into a pocket he removes a small bottle of baby oil.  He pours 
a generous amount into the palm of his left hand and wipes it all over 
his penis, from head to balls.  Replacing the bottle in his pocket he 
takes up the camera again, and captures picture after picture as he 
strokes his slick, glistening penis up and down while he stands over 
Lita's exposed body.  He squeezes and twists his cock, going almost mad 
with the irresistible, amplified pleasure of the slippery oil.  This 
goes on until he reaches the very brink of orgasm, and once again is 
able to pull himself back before going over the precipice.

He wipes the oil from his hand and gently restores Lita's nightgown to 
the condition it had been in when he began to ravish her in her sleep.  
He looks down at his erection, still arcing upward, still in need, and 
then at Lita.  He quietly leaves the girls and goes to his own bedroom.  
Now, Elena, he thinks, now.  Tomorrow - please, tomorrow.

* * * * *

Sunday evening, seven o'clock precisely.  Nadya answered the door, 
wearing a school uniform consisting of a rather short skirt of gray and 
pink plaid, and a simple white blouse with a striped necktie.  Shiny 
black patent leather shoes with white socks were on her feet.  She said 
nothing, but indicated the door to Elena's office.  Then she turned and 
padded down the hall and opened the door to the room that adjoined the 
office.  As she went in she smiled at him, waving her fingers.

Elena greeted him as he entered.  "Well, Daniel, how are you?" she 
said.

"I'm well, doctor."

"Good," she said.  "Have you had an eventful weekend?"  He nodded, and 
she led him to the couch as she took her usual chair.  As he sat, Dan 
handed her a small object: a flash drive.

"What's this?" she asked

"Evidence," he said.

"Really," she said.  "I see."

There was a knock at the door to the adjoining room.  Elena stood up 
and looked down at him, smiling invitingly.

"Tea?" she said.

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Author's note:  Readers interested in earlier events in the lives of
some characters in "Dark Therapy" (Elena and Nadya) are referred to the
story "Research", by the same author.
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