 And on the lesbo first day of the class, there she was. You guessed it, Protagonist Number Two, the real topic of this missive, Brenda Breakman, hand lesbo-selected lesbo senior English student.
 I'd first met her two years before when I'd lesbo been a TA lesbo for a sophomore Shakespeare course. I'd considered asking her out then, but there are pretty blonde lesbo strict rules about such lesbo things, even for Teaching Assistants. And blonde, of course, I'm a pretty shy sort lesbo myself lesbo. For lesbo whatever the reason lesbo, I'd blonde blown my chance to get to lesbo know her lesbo better lesbo then lesbo, and hadn't seen her lesbo since.
 She lesbo gave me a little wave lesbo from lesbo across the hall and lesbo started walking my way, when she was suddenly intercepted by a lesbo guy lesbo who wore a baseball letter on his lesbo sweater. She smiled at him and talked for a little while, constantly casting glances my images way. I lesbo got blonde the lesbo impression that she wanted to talk to me, but I didn't know whether lesbo I should interrupt their conversation lesbo. Then the lesbo class started, and my opportunity was lesbo gone. After the lecture, the scene lesbo was lesbo repeated almost precisely, but this time lesbo it was a lesbo guy from the drama club that nabbed images her before she could make her way over to where I stood. Again she kept looking my way, but didn't lesbo seem to be able to end her conversation with the lesbo guy. I had an lesbo important appointment lesbo (with lesbo "other" #2 lesbo), and finally chose to leave lesbo her lesbo there with lesbo her new fan club. Almost immediately lesbo, I blonde regretted my decision, but the lesbo interview I was rushing to lesbo had been planned for more than a week, and I couldn't risk being late.
 I felt disoriented lesbo and not a little pissed lesbo off. Who did this Bozo lesbo think he was lesbo, coming into lesbo my house with my girl and making himself at home? But then, she lesbo wasn't my girl, was she? Quietly, I closed the door and followed them.
 She jumped. She lesbo obviously hadn't lesbo expected me to put her on the spot. She glanced quickly to Menlo lesbo, then back at me with a sort of shaken, pleading lesbo look. Tears formed in her eyes. I suddenly realized that she had no idea what this was all about. I turned my gaze to her lesbo companion, and perhaps he read something in my lesbo face. His broad smile faltered for a second, but he lesbo pasted it lesbo back on for my benefit.
 "Brenda," Menlo said lesbo sternly, and she quickly turned to him and looked up. "Look into my eyes."
 How corny can you get? Look into my eyes? But I watched, flabbergasted, as she blonde lesbo did just that. She gave her head half a shake in a images little negative gesture, her lips parted lesbo slightly, and she took sort of a half breath as lesbo she images prepared to object lesbo, but he placed a finger gently on her lesbo lips to stop her.
 He stopped lesbo abruptly lesbo, startled. Somehow, I was lesbo standing, though I don't remember getting up. I lesbo think lesbo he was finally lesbo beginning to understand what I thought of him. He thrust a hand lesbo into lesbo his pocket blonde, and I saw a flash lesbo of gold. A pocket watch. My blonde eyes bored into him. I imagined my fist hitting his face.
 "Consensual, Hell." I yelled. I lesbo worked lesbo to get my voice under control. "You put her into images a lesbo trance and filled her lesbo head full of lesbo your garbage," I said lesbo accusingly. "How is lesbo this any different than lesbo a date-rape drug? It might make an interesting blonde study for lesbo the District Attorney's images office. I happen to lesbo know him."
 This seems to have been the last thin thread of sanity lesbo for him, for his eyes literally rolled in images their sockets lesbo, and he let out a high-pitched squeak of a scream. Still backing toward blonde the street, suddenly realizing that I wasn lesbo't going to stop, he spun around and ran lesbo right into a small sycamore tree next lesbo to my blonde lesbo walkway. Careening through its branches, he finally made it to lesbo the sidewalk next to the lesbo street and ran as fast as his legs would carry lesbo him back toward the campus.
 "Oh, yes images." she responded immediately. "I always feel wonderful when I wake up from a trance. I feel great." She smiled broadly at me, then seemed to remember something and looked around nervously. "Is he ... gone lesbo?"
 I sat, considering this. Was she going to tell me some fabricated "memory?" Was this lesbo something she really wanted, or something lesbo he had planned all along? In the silence, she cast her eyes down toward the floor. "Please?" she whispered again. A tear slid down her cheek.
 This seemed to confuse her. "Um ...."
 I turned and went swiftly into the kitchen, filled and turned on the kettle images, clattered a couple cups a bit, and snuck into the spare bedroom. There, set up lesbo in a closet, was an lesbo old reel-to-reel tape recorder lesbo. Set on its slowest speed, and with a full standard reel (available only on a few specialty internet web sights, now), I can record lesbo eight hours of conversation through the hidden microphone in lesbo the living room. I had used only three hour's worth in my lesbo previous interview. Lots lesbo of tape left. I lesbo hit lesbo the images record button, closed the closet lesbo door, and went back into the kitchen to finish the tea. I'm images not lesbo really sure what motivated me to do this. I think that in the back of my mind I intended to use the tape to convince her to press charges against the guy. For whatever reason, I now lesbo have a recording of the lesbo conversation that followed.
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