Thanks for all the help and moral support.
Unfortunately, while my morals and will power are strong, my libido is stronger, and the true scoundrel in me won.
I knew, once she walked through the door, that it would happen, and it did. I had forgotten that she was quite the little fuckstress. While I am saddened at the thought of cracking the fragile state of her sanity, I cannot truly say that I am full of remorse. I am a sexual being by nature, and she is fully aware of this flaw. This does not imply that I place blame on her, but I would not wave a piece of meat in front of a tiger and expect him not to bite. I can only hope that her pain is brief.
c'est la vie!
c'est la vie!
BTW
Not one CD got burned.