I could feel the control rising inside of me like a triple digit fever, overwhelming me with a sense of power and strength. It made me feel good, strong, knowing that the certainty in my decisions were affecting me positively and without regret.

I was in command of Lily, the gentle waif here at Greystone which I had successfully seduced on several occasions, clutching her body atop mine in several off-limit stairwells. We both knew we were risking our counselor recommendations and treatment schedule by breaking the clinic's conduct codes--- but we didn't really care.

Bottom line? The sex was good because she'd let me do whatever I wanted to her; or rather, what I'd force upon her. I'd whisper in her ear as I took her from behind, "Think of Spring." She'd slyly smile, and then submit, repeating my name.

I was Marcus. Who was Steve anyway? Some weak little manipulator that made a lot of mistakes.

But Marcus was like a sneaky white fox in a snowstorm, moving undetected while he hunted for fresh rabbit. It was strange sometimes to talk about myself in the third person, but it gave me a feeling of peace that I hadn't felt in a long time--- almost one of knowing what I was--- or rather, what I wasn't. I could be anyone I wanted to be and no one would know the difference, including my precious Lily.

As I walked down the hallway with her, suddenly we saw the figure of Mike walking into a nearby conference room.

"Mike?"She called out.

I tugged at her hand, trying to pull her in the opposite direction, but I was too late. He had already spotted us. It was apparent she wanted to visit with the one guy who had promised to take her out of the clinic for an afternoon as part of her therapy. I had no idea it was Mike.

"Mike, this is who I wanted you to meet." She announced with a bright snap, motioning to me. Before I could say anything she continued, "This is Marcus."

Mike stared me down, his mind racing in silence. "Oh, really." He extended his hand to me. "Marcus, nice to meet you."

He looked at me with a mixture of psychological interest and obvious sudden concern for Lily's safety.

"When are we going on our field trip?" She asked.

Mike continued to simply look at me, his mind continuing to race with obvious questions.

"Uh...soon, Lily. Soon." He responded, eyes darting between Lily and Dr. Hawthorne now seen passing at the end of the hallway. "Excuse me."

Mike stepped away, motioning he needed to talk to the Doctor immediately. He glanced back at me before he finally exited into the conference room, which certainly meant one thing: Marcus was now an issue.

Who the hell cared what they thought of me anyway? I was in control, I was happy.

I was Marcus and I would do whatever I wanted.