I would have preferred to walk in on them while they were fucking or engaged in some other hot sexual activity. I would have loved to watch for awhile... “Oh well.” I sighed, “Later perhaps. We have all weekend.”A year and a half earlier, I showed up for my first day of work as a licensed Marriage Counselor in Dr. Darren Wilshire’s office. His last words to me before I saw my first couple were, “Remember...”I cut him off, “Money or Sex.” I said with a wide grin I hoped would disguise my. ’ ‘Oh Amy, you don’t need anything else to feel bad about. Let your mom just go through her process. Keep the lines of communication open and assure her you’re doing alright. Okay?’ ‘Okay. I am doing alright.’ ‘You’ve made incredible progress. In the time I’ve known you, you’ve come so far!’ ‘True. I’m able to have sex and not freak out. I told my family, I told Tracy. I’m feeling… better.’ ‘But?’ ‘Well… I don’t know. I can’t say what, but I feel like I’m still missing something, like I’m. So I leaned over and our lips touched and lingered as we squeezed and rubbed each others bulges, which grew! Our mouths open at the same time and we tongue kissed for what seemed like a second but was a lot longer! He raised his hand up to my chest and was feeling my now hard nips and he asked if he could suck them! I yanked my shirt off and he started to suck them. I slid my hand in his pants and felt my fingers slide into a thick bush. That turned me on. I slid lower and felt the base of what. And then...I cry out in absolute terror and stagger. Fortunately my flashback now is as brief as ever. It almost gives me a glimpse of an infinite horror but then my mind pushes the nightmare away. But I don't want to stand here anymore. I feel too exposed. I am vulnerable, and I absolutely don't have the guts to stay here. After gingerly testing the weight of my two suitcases again, I resume my march. I take another three steps, and then my wrists leave me crying in agony. My mental defenses.