A bad dream. It was a morning dream. I had it after I got up at five for a bathroom run. I got in serious trouble. The police kind. Apparently my porn entries had a bigger audience than I knew. They thought that my fascination with schoolgirls was a little suspicious.
Interestingly, the police did not want to arrest me straight-off, nor did they want to risk offending me, in case their suspicions were unfounded. Having secured Pop’s cooperation, they maneuvered me into a facility where I was surreptitiously studied to see if I had an erotic fascination for kids. It was a three-hour observation, as I was exposed to supposedly impromptu stimuli while they closely observed my reactions - did I get a hard-on to this or that? It ends well. They concluded that I am not a pedophile and let me go. Though, that did not spare me from waking up and feeling a little spooked.
Interestingly, the police did not want to arrest me straight-off, nor did they want to risk offending me, in case their suspicions were unfounded. Having secured Pop’s cooperation, they maneuvered me into a facility where I was surreptitiously studied to see if I had an erotic fascination for kids. It was a three-hour observation, as I was exposed to supposedly impromptu stimuli while they closely observed my reactions - did I get a hard-on to this or that? It ends well. They concluded that I am not a pedophile and let me go. Though, that did not spare me from waking up and feeling a little spooked.