. and I am often somewhere else. Actually, I am not always someone else. When I am Kelly, I am someone else. When Wayne drops by and takes me somew...ere, I am me unless I am Kelly but then all I can see is Wayne. I don't know for sure if Wayne is his name because he has never said it, but that is what I call him. Kelly calls him "Master."My doctors say that Kelly and Wayne are just hallucinations that occur during my seizures, but I know that they are real. When I hear that "music". I started to come around and I could hear a couple of female voices, but I wasnt sure at the time if it was a dream or they were there."Wow, he's got a big one"."I'll see if I can get it all out" said the other "I'll try and pull his shorts down, get ready to run if he wakes up"At this point I could feel my shorts being pulled down, and I realised I had a hard on. I decided to keep my eyes closed to see where this went."Wow I can see all of it now" said onea hand puts its self around my cock. Beside it on either side were two small wooden tables, and off to one side, a full-length mirror. Built into the wall, at equal distances were four ornate fountains. Three wooden bookshelves, two stocking papyrus scrolls, one half-stocked with books, all of which showed no signs of age, stood against the wall, almost directly opposite the bed. Beside them stood another table and chair, with an open book and ancient writing brushes and ink jars. Several more scrolls were scattered haphazardly on. That evening, I picked up Mara at the usual time, and Madam Orsa had talked to several of the other madams about hiring me. Four of them were interested, and that was enough to get the ball rolling. I planned to talk to those madams tomorrow so that my schedule could fit into what they thought they wanted. I figured that I could work out a routine so that my mornings were free, and I would be on patrol from after lunch to about an hour before midnight. I would adjust that as I got more.