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“Hardly,” Bruce said and sat down on a bench. “People who are into age play are not sexually interested in children; in fact sometimes they role-play as an elderly person, although that’s rare. It’s often the whole element of nurturing and bonding and sometimes disciplining that appeals to them. In many cases it doesn’t even involve intercourse.”
“Are you talking about grown men wanting to get a diaper on and other absurd stuff like that?” Gabriel asked.
“That would be infantilism and that can be part of age play too, but doesn’t have to be. Some people stick to the rebellious teen years and wear naughty school uniforms, but that is not what we do in this camp.” Bruce closed his eyes and squeezed the bridge of his nose for a few seconds before he continued talking.
“I’m very sorry Anna told you what she did, and I can’t stress enough that you will not be having sex with anyone as part of this program. We only use regression as part of a therapy program, because it works.
I pointed at Gabriel. “You are not letting that pervert, Mark, babysit me, do you understand?”
“Of course not – I’m not letting him anywhere near you. I’ve seen how he looks at you and now I know why.”
“And I would also suggest that you don’t take Anna up on her offer,” Bruce said calmly to Gabriel, who looked a bit disappointed.
“But if…”
“Again,” Bruce said. “Please don’t finish that sentence.”
Gabriel, who was still sitting on the swing with his feet planted solidly on the ground, scrunched his face and challenged Bruce. “I’m sorry but I don’t see the problem. Cia and I will never be romantically involved; so why can’t I see other women?”
Not all things make sense. And to me it made no sense that Gabriel’s words hurt so much when I completely agreed with him. We were never going to be romantically involved. Still, the thought of him hooking up with a freak like Anna bothered me enormously.
Bruce waved a hand in the air. “Every little girl wants to be her father’s princess and have his full attention. I can’t explain it more simply than that, and since you two don’t seem to enjoy my long explanations we’ll just leave it at that.”
“Yeah, but I’m with Cia twenty-four/seven; how is half an hour going to hurt?”
“You really don’t get it,” Bruce said and sighed. “Maybe Cia can explain it so you understand.” He turned to me. “Cia, how would you feel if Gabriel went and had sex with Therese or Anna?”
All the emotions from yesterday came back like a wave about to crush me.
“He can screw whomever he pleases,” I sneered and left, knowing that if I spoke another word my voice would betray how hurt I felt.
I hurried off and went back to get my canvas, pencils, and my colors. Anna had already lost interest in her dog and had moved on, but I still didn’t want to stay. I would paint my picture in the cabin where I could be alone… well, almost alone.
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Gabriel
“See, she just said it, she doesn’t care if I have sex with others.”
Bruce closed his eyes for a moment.
“Please tell me that you’re not that stupid, G. I know you saw the pain on her face.”
I shrugged. “I believe she made it perfectly clear that for all she cares I can go screw any other woman.”
“Evidently, you were only listening to her words, but you know that is only a small part of communication, right?”
“Right.” I didn’t tell him that my desire to be with Anna or Therese had little to do with them and everything to do with Cia. She was a woman, I was a man and we were sleeping in a small bed. I needed to direct my libido in another direction… soon.
“You have to remember that you’re not Gabriel. You’re her father. As her father, would you seek a sexual relationship when your little girl was in need of your full attention?”
I kicked a stone on the ground. “Maybe I could wait until she sleeps. She always sleeps early; that way she wouldn’t have to know,” I said and found my plan both considerate and clever.
Bruce shook his head. “I know we’re asking a lot of you and you got thrown into this; but your niece has no trust in men due to your brother’s neglect, and you honestly seem more interested in getting laid than anything else.”
“Hey, you try being abroad for a year with no access to women,” I said with annoyance.
“You’re barking up the wrong tree if you’re looking for sympathy. I’ve lived in this place for nine years and only go into town a few times a month for practical reasons. I can’t have intimate relationships with my clients or staff, so you do the math and see who has it worse.”
