Study session (ff:domination, 12492 words) | |||
Author: Gemini Dragon | |||
Added: Dec 10 2004 | Views / Reads: 9514 / 8103 [85%] | Story vote: 9.00 (16 votes) | |
Have you ever participated in a university study? What if they discovered your deepest desires and used them to take control of you... | |||
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It was just an offer to attend a study session. For only 4 hours of my time answering questions about myself, I would receive $100. It sounded simple enough, and I knew that my family could certainly use the extra dollars. But it wasn't simple, and now I lead a new life that I can't tell my family about. I need to write it down. That's why I'm doing this. Is it to justify it or just to make sense of it, I don't know. Where to begin. I guess from the very start.I stopped at the mailbox on my way home from work, just like I did everyday, and collected all the bills and junk mail. Tom was out of town on business that week, so after picking up the mail, I stopped at my neighbor's to pick up the kids. John had just turned four, and Lisa was now two and a half. Heaven forbid if you forget the half. I hauled the kid's, mail and my work papers out of the car and into the house. It was late, 7pm to be exact, so I let the kid's watch some TV while I prepared myself some salad for dinner. The kids had already eaten at the sitter's, and as I prepared my dinner they were engrossed in the Disney Channel.
I sat down with my dinner and as I ate, I flipped through the mail. Bill, bill, junk, catalog, junk, bill, catalog, junk. The last piece of junk mail caught my attention though. Instead of being addressed to the occupant or resident, it was addressed to the "Female Head of Household" and was from the Dawson Research Council. I had never heard of the Dawson Research Council or had every seen mail explicitly ...
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