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Session 1: Thesis

        It all started with a kiss; one simple, excruciatingly painful kiss.  She had thought it sweet, my Debbie, to see the tears that were welling in my eyes at such an innocent gesture as a kiss.  She had no idea how it had made my lips burn, was clueless to the aching pains inside as her tongue writhed within my mouth.  She was driven by some strange emotion; some need to continue with her kisses.  Every whimper, every moan I made in pain drove her frenzy on, gave her strength to continue in her assault.  She refused to stop and I was too racked in pain to do anything.

        Her lips strayed from mine and to my neck, then to my chest, then further down with every errant tear.  I think it thrilled her now that I can look back on it all.  So much, in fact that as I lay gasping for breath in all my pain that she removed her clothes and mine and mounted me.  She was slow in her violence at first but grew faster in every twinge I made.  She would grind slowly for a minute, rock backwards then and increase her pace.  She smiled then gasped then smiled again as she forced her pelvis downward onto mine.  Finally, in one short lived act of aggression, her body clenched around me and strangled me where I lay.  It must have hurt her as well, because she screamed loudly before collapsing forward onto my chest.  She took in a deep, shuddering breath as her body made one last contraction.

        I could feel the blood surging to my brain, felt light headed as though I might black out.

        It was only afterwards, looking up at her dressing as I quivered helpless in the floor that I saw it.  On my sweet Debbie's angel face, flushed and pink with the sweat rolling down her round cheeks I saw that smile.  In one curl of her burning red lips I saw that expression of self gratitude like that of a huntress lion after killing its prey.  She rarely spoke to me after that night, nor did we pass each other much in day to day walks but whenever we saw one another that predatory smile would return.  I would see that glint in her eyes, that knifing pink tongue as it would lick her lips and I knew that I had been her first hunt, her first successful conquest.

        Some years later, when I began my experiments on the depth and nature of human feeling, she again was my first.

Session 2:  Observation

        The human body is by far the most marvelous form in all God's creation.  The intricate systems and tracts and various designs that keep trillions upon trillions of atoms cohered as one being are the most complex and fascinating of all nature's forms.  The human body is a thing of beauty and wonder to be explored and revered.  As a child I knew this and became a good friend with every anatomy and biology text I could find.  As I grew I came to Gray's Anatomy as my bible.  Any and every chance I had to compare his sketches with the actual living form was more than a treat but a religious experience to me.  I treated every subject on my table with a solemn spirituality; they were my temples of flesh and nerve and I was the pilgrim there to pray.  I stared in awe at those naked, wonderful forms and marveled that inside we are all so complex and well crafted.  It was observation.

        You see, observation is the key to science.  You stimulate a subject and then observe and record the reactions.  But for these reactions to be accurate you must observe the subject in its natural environment.  This said, I first observed my subject in the sports section of the local newspaper.  William Bryant Malloy was a senior at the high school I had attended and captain of both the track and basketball teams.  A grade "A" student, his favorite activity was jumping hurtles.  It was all listed in great detail beneath the poorly developed picture of the six-and-a-half foot tall athlete as he made the game winning shot from half court.  He had jumped up at the center court, so the paper read, and sank the basket in the final seconds of an intramural scrimmage.

        Oh the thrills I had as I read all this.  The boy was a perfect candidate for my study, an invaluable research specimen delivered over to me like manna from heaven.  My heart pounded, my pulse raced, I felt faint.  I had to have him! I needed to collect all the data, that precious information that only such a perfect specimen could give me.  It was then that my plan took form.

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