" But... but... but..." he sighed. "I think I understand... you pulledme out as I was to hit the car. But I don't understand why I rememberpast that m...ment and up until this point?" It's because your mind must continue to a point where your cancomprehend this realm, ergo sleep and dreams. Once your mind as asleep,you can understand being here without going insane. Those memories werefabricated by your mind akin to a phantom limb of an amputee. I wouldlike to continue to explain these things to. Try it and see."With a protesting wail, Timora twisted to her left, trying to shrink away from the thorns that found her right arm, breast and that side of her torso, but she was surprised that the thorns on her left side released and slid behind her. Some of them, especially the ones directly poked into her front, left deep, painful gouges as they slid by.'Now the other way, ' a voice cooed into her mind. 'Keep going, back and forth. And don't forget to move your feet. Otherwise, you're just. “I think I’m supposed to be asking that,” she pointed out.“But a good therapist addresses the issues uppermost in the patient’s mind,” I reminded her.“And my well-being preys on you?” she asked.“Normally, no,” I admitted. “Last night was a terrible night. You received terrible news. You were told someone you loved had cancer.”“We discussed this before,” she said. “Carl and I have never been in love. We have deep affection for each other and respect between us, but not love.”“That’s not what I. Doc looked up at her through half opened eyes. Her hands rested on his shoulders, her fingers pushing into still sore muscles, her hips moving softly, gently, her mound lightly touching his erection. Then she reached down and took his erection, and lifted his erection up slightly, and sat down on him. Her passage was tight, incredibly tight, and soft and warm. He slid into her easily. He let out a small gasp of air. He reached up and touched her, felt the smoothness of her.