The classes that day were on different subjects, so I was able to somewhat forget the events of the previous day. But I dreaded seeing the Professor, ... fiftyish man whose stomach overlapped his pants, which were held up by old fashioned suspenders. He ran an unpleasant class, always criticizing, threatening, never praising.There was another man in the office with him. The Professor never introduced him nor called him by any name. The man had a bald bullet-shaped head and was built like the. Without speaking, she drew the packet to her mouth, biting through the cellophane wrapping, before handing the opened packet to her b*****r. ‘What… you want a condom on it?’ Matt asked, a little confused. Amy gave no response other than a light nod. Quickly he scrambled through the pack, pulling out a wrapper, instantly unveiling the condom inside of it, and positioning it in his hand ready to place it on. Slowly he withdrew the dildo from Amy’s cunt as he prepared to cover it with the condom. . I'm not sure that this is... uh... relevant to..." Do you see those certificates on the wall behind me, Cecil? The one on the far left says that I'm also certified as a sex therapist. I know what I'm talking about and have good cause to ask." Alright. I'm trusting Dr. Cox."Y-yes... since... for almost an entire day now." I gulped. She nodded, jotted something in her little notebook."And are you sexually attracted to me, Cecil?" My eyes widened."That isn't... I mean, I didn't come here. From what I could get her to tell me, the parasite has been in her for a long time. She stopped being able to take a bath around seven. The damn thing caused the girl to panic when getting into a tub. The girl hit puberty at eleven, but it kept her body from letting her get even remotely aroused. Somehow it got what it needed from her blood since it didn’t want to risk one of the homeless kids having an STD. All those years of pent-up, repressed sexual urges hit her like a sledgehammer. The.