"Come over here," the voice commanded Golam, "I want you to come lay down with me here in this pile of pillows and I want you to suck on my nipples -- as long you keep sucking on them, I'll keep downloading my audio feed into you..." and so Golam, as if in a psychospherical trance, did what she said and was soon playing her nipples as if sucking in a sloppy sax solo that defied any sense of conventional closure.