Arthur FieldingI have been assigned to the case of a young girl, age 13, who was brought in to the hospital yesterday suffering from what seems to be ...ultiple personalities. She has been speaking in three separate voices at different times. Most of the time, the voices are mixed together and all that comes out is gibberish. Nothing we have done has been able to bring her out of it and we have been forced to sedate her and strap her to her bed to keep her from possibly hurting herself. We will. Until I sense we both miss the smashing together of faces so I kiss back up your stomach to your lips and our lips dance again... a clumsy but passionate tango of tenderness. I jump over you lightly so that I'm now on your right side and laying next to you I run my fingertips lightly over the edge of your left ear caressing your cheek and then lightly taking your chin in my hand I kiss you again... more purposefully than before... rather than the mayhem of frenzied electricity... this feels.... As we continue to kiss, I feel the pull of this pleasure more strongly with each passing moment. With each and every breath in and out, expanding and collapsing my world into a single thought, a single indefinable desire. Draining all thought and consciousness down to a single indefinable point. It is like a soft caress in my mind, or a whisper, to faint to hear. The pulling sensation builds deeply down inside my mind, opening to the possibilities, the dark delight surrounding me, spinning me. Mr. Thomas came in asked for a book, entered the ministry said, as passes and saw waders on the bench and with them a condom. He smiled and jokingly asked if something did not stop.I replied that I did not. Pointing to a condom asked again for sure not? I again do not assume adding that the eraser always masturbating himself. A moment of silence and the question and why masturbation in elastic replied that have bent like rubber penis so tense that the whale pulls rubber puts the head and is.