what you consider wrong today you may not consider wrong tomorrow. In the heat of pleasure nothing seems to be a problem. No line too wide to cross. Pleasure spent and we begin to back away but there is always the cycle of escalation. The scent of sex, the taste of it, the various perversions that seem wrong until we are desperate to try them. Our judgement is clouded by the morality of the here and now. When it is done we long for innocence. Perhaps we can be innocent and guilty all at once. This is the line that I must take. This is the key to the story.