My reverie was interrupted by Erin’s voice. “John, can we do it again? For dessert?” “That’s a wonderful idea. Let me quickly clean up the ...itchen, then we might run through the shower on the way back to bed,” I said. * As we stepped into the warm shower, I said, “Let me wash you first.” Soaping the washcloth, I started at Erin’s neck and worked my way down her back, over her hips and down her legs, slowly caressing each square inch of the lovely body before me. Then I turned her around and. I had never kissed a girl except family or friends on special occasions. I had never had sex. I was so desperate that I often fantasised about going to a prostitute - I was making good money - but ultimately I was always too scared to actually go through with it. I felt so desperately alone, like a human island, but no matter how much I wanted to, I could never find the courage to just ask a girl out on a real date.I felt like all of this was on the verge of changing, however. My therapist had. The nurse looked up, clearly becoming annoyed at intrusions into her domain. “And who are you?” she asked, somewhat irritated.My mother was not someone to be trifled with in a medical environment. “I am Dr Johnstone,” she stressed the doctor part. “This boy’s mother. Please tell me what is happening.”The nurse deflated rapidly. “He had a turn and fell, hitting his head. He has three stitches and the doctor is worried about a concussion.”My mother picked up the chart at the foot of the bed and. "Oops, I misspoke. What I meant to say was: Go fuck yourself."That's better."So, what are we doing here?"More Master PC stuff, only with shorter segments, along with the ability to branch off in a different direction on the very probable chance of us getting bored and cutting our losses at a specific part in one of these stories in order to take another route."I've said it once, and I'll say it again. This place is fuckin' dope."Not to mention, other people can also add their own branch to one.