Kim’s face was even more placid that usual. There seemed to be anger beneath her professional demeanor, and Molly understood it perfectly. She had been lied to and manipulated by a friend. Molly watched and took notes as the subject’s kicking, screaming orgasm faded to a close. But she might as well have watching somebody do push-ups for ten minutes. She felt no joy in it. She was doing her job, nothing else. She wondered if the act of sexuality would ever again bring her a sense of joy. It wouldn’t be easy. It had taken so long to find Kim. And now she was gone. “Okay, that concludes the experiment, ma’am,” Kim said to the subject, shaking her hand. “Thank you very much for helping us out.” Catching her breath, the woman struggled to her feet. “Thank you. That… was… interesting.” When