The anxiety is still doing it’s thing, but it’s mostly doing it with the music. I think it’s a form of entrainment process. It’s the rhythm th...t gets my mind’s attention. I would love to have an EEG run while doing this but me lab rat days are over.I’m still having Aphasia issues. I had to call out again from work. It is what it is. I’m still stoked that my brain isn’t frying. I do have short-short term memory issues happening now. If I’m not totally focusing on what someone tells me I won’t. “I did.”“Yes, you did and you never once moaned about me not working, well now it’s my turn, I just happen to be earning a bit more than you.”Then I giggled and opened my robe.“In fact I’m earning fucking thousands.”“I’ve only got about £10 on me,” he said as he started to strip.“That’s more than enough.” I said and led him through into the bedroom.David.God I loved that woman and I still do today.After our little session in bed she got dressed in front of me while telling me about the casino. They’re laughing at my genitals, the size, the shape, the color. I’m their worthless slave.They’re all talking about me, what a bitch I am. I’m answering their questions, one by one.Do I like it in the ass? I like degrading myself, so yes.Am I a fag? No, I insist. I have a girlfriend.They laugh at this. Does she know? No, she doesn’t. There’s more laughter. 85 people laughing at me, telling me I must be a dirty slut because I enjoy this.One of them orders me to show my hole. I oblige, turning. She was a nurse and been on the search for a lover like herself -- someone who was completely uninhibited when it came to love making.She had reddish brown hair that fell just below her ears and eyes that were a deep brown. It was almost as if she could look right through you with those eyes, too.Deb was about 5'7" and I'm guessing she weighed around 170 pounds. She had nice looking boobs, a great ass and a pussy that was ever so slightly covered with public hair. She kept her pussy trimmed and.