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home from working at the studio and she’d be there, on my back porch, naked except for a coat. I’d tell her to go home. Things would escalate. One time I had to drive her home and when I wouldn’t tell her I loved her she opened the car door while I was driving and threatened to jump out.”
    “She sounds unstable.”
    “I believe she was, so I cut off all communication with her. Not long after that she hanged herself.”
    “In a suicide attempt?”
    “Yes.”
    “But she didn’t die?”
    “No, but she almost did. She’s brain dead. Her mother harbors what the doctors consider to be false hope. I can’t blame her. If Sam had been put on machines, I don’t know if I would’ve had the strength to let him go.”
    “You visit Kaitlyn?”
    “Not often, but I do sometimes.”
    “Tell me about that.”
    “There’s not much to tell. I feel guilty. Like I should have been able to save her. Like if she’d never known me none of it would have happened.”
    “But you weren’t in contact with her when she did it.”
    I shrugged.
    Silence.
    “You take on a lot of burdens. Some that might not even belong to you.”
    “Perhaps.”
    “What other bad things have you tried to prevent but failed?”
    “My mother had cancer. I couldn’t stop that. Of course, my son’s death.”
    Dr. Beckett nodded.
    “So, when I saw Sophie growing closer, more dependent on me, I felt the need to put some distance between us.”
    “Two thousand miles wasn’t enough?” I think the doc was trying to be funny, but I wasn’t sure so I ignored her.
    “No. It was the emotional part I’m talking about. I didn’t think things would end well for her if she stayed with me, so I wanted her to realize that there were other Doms out there who could make her happy.
    “I actually got the idea last fall when I got an email from a guy … I assumed it was a man because he said he was, but then I realized that he could be a female or a mass murderer or any number of things other than who he claimed to be. I mean, this is the Internet we’re talking about. Anyway, he said he wanted me to mentor him and help him become an online Dom.
    “How did you respond?”
    “By asking him questions about his expectations, asking if he had a submissive. When he said he hoped to be able to use my submissive I laughed and told the guy to get lost. But it got me thinking …
    “I knew I was cursed. I felt guilty, like maybe I was getting paid back for the hardcore fantasies that ran through my mind all the time. I’d enjoyed objectifying women for as long as I could remember. And I don’t mean seeing them pose prettily in the center of a men’s magazine. I mean I love seeing them bound, gagged, and helpless. I love smacking their ass, hearing them cry in pain, seeing tears stream down their faces. That turned me on.
    “It felt wrong to want those things, so I locked those fantasies away in the back of my mind for years. Until after my son died and my wife left. Until I had nothing left to lose if I let my dark side out to play. But when I did a girl wound up in the hospital.”
    Dr. Beckett furrowed her brow. “You were not responsible for that, Quentin.”
    She probably thought that’s what I was paying her to say.
    Absolution for a price.
    Fuck that. I knew better.
    I continued, “So I took my play online. It worked for a while. Gave me an outlet that I desperately needed. I found the more I kept my sexual appetites alive, the easier the music flowed from my brain onto the page. Over time I had numerous online submissives. We used cameras, but there was always distance between me and them. Most had busy lives and even though I never knowingly entered into a D/s relationship with someone who was already taken, I suspected some of them were married and had a husband who wouldn’t abuse them the way I would. Not everyone understands the cravings those of us in Dominant/submissive relationships have.”
    She nodded.
    “Kaitlyn and I met online, but