Looking down at me with lust in his eyes, Steve asked, “Do you want me to keep going?”And I said, “Of course.” Then he leaned down and slowly ...icked my belly button before kissing down further, around the base of my cock, nuzzling his nose in my pubic hair before taking my nut-sack in his mouth. Then Steve sucked first one and then the other of my balls into his mouth, gently rolling them around with his tongue. I was a virgin and had never been touched by another person before, so needless to. When it did, the next demand was to see the "before" and "after" pictures of his brain. The machine was able to display both, and they were carefully examined.Brain function appeared to have gone back to normal. The interruption to blood flow had disappeared, and blood was flowing as it should. The doctors were satisfied that all was as it should be, at this stage.The next task was to bring the patient back to consciousness, to find out what damage, if any, there was to motor function. He was. I'm sure he was going to be pissed's, sad and even more confused. And I would be somewhat confused myself the next morning. That's for sure.I was awoken the next morning around 5 o'clock out of a dream about a bear attacking me. I was face down and the Bears weigh tcompletely on me tearing at me with its paws, ripping my back to shreds. The dream then turned to me being bent over in hell with Satan behind me with a pitchfork jabbing me in the ass. I've learned a long time ago how to pull myself. So far, I haven’t got past the first song “Weightless” by the Marconi Union. It was specifically designed by the composers in conjunction with sound therapists to reduce anxiety. It works superbly. It’s on youtube. I’m also using it to see if I can learn to meditate again. One of the reasons my anxiety is through the roof is my illness took my ability to do deep meditation which I have done since I was in my middle teens.When I was younger I had the feeling that a lot of young people people do.