The Shepherd: I cat't say I've always been honest;
you can't say I've done a disservice. The girl,
she's just a child. She's got a lot to learn, and
I'm helping out.

Your deceit is under your wing. You won't let her
go. You know it's not appropriate. Into the fold,
into the fold. But all that hair...and porcelain.
You swear it's more than mere lust. Into the fold.
Into the fold. If she knew what you do, the
pristine routine to fool the rube. The gentle
gentlemen, the loathed Lothario. You feign you've
changed your ways, but we know, yeah, we know.
Can't you quell this need for submissives?

The Shepherd: Oh, such lovely girls. To lead each
other tender little lamb into the fold, into the
fold. And you, my pet, "The Sweetest
Yet"-I'll hold you closest to my heart, into
the fold...
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Into the fold, into the fold, into the fold, into
the fold!

The Lamb: I was in the student union studying for
an English quiz; he came up and asked direction to
the new auditorium. We walked up and down the
campus, no one had ever heard of it. He was so
embarrassed when he realized he had the wrong
college, he offered to buy us coffee for the time
and effort wasted. We drank and talked for so
long, we started making plans for dinner...

The Shepherd: She was young and impressionable; I
pretended to need directions. She led me all over
the campus. All the while, I'm asking her
questions. She agreed to have a cup of
coffee-that's when I started to lay it on heavy.
Once she learned I studied Dostoevsky, it was in
the bag.