I spent most of my time in the Carolinas chat room, and one day I started up a chat with a woman who lived in my town. We continued to chat in private...for a few nights, until one day we realized we worked right across the street from each other.Our chats were getting progressively hotter, and by now we'd exchanged phone numbers. We had phone sex a few times, me stroking my cock while listening to her fucking herself with a toy. Then one night, it happened."Do you want to get fucked?" she. He found himself chuckling."Have you been named?" She asked him, it was the first time he had heard her true voice. It was now vacant of the rage and bloodlust that had dominated it before. Beautiful and harmonious, her tone was clear and melodious, not unlike the strum of a stringed instrument. "Aye, I am named, Ansel” he proffered, and was only met with silence. He raised his eyebrows in question. “My friends call me Ani.” He said it with emphasis on the word friends.“Kalista” she said. She was hospitalized for ten days, at which time she was released, and instructed to stay bedridden for the next week; she was then scheduled for a follow-up. She did not go to the follow-up, but appears to have made a full recovery, and states she is experiencing no current pain or problems related to the injuries. 2Presenting problem: Patient states that she has realized that her behavior has become progressively more self-destructive. She states that she nearly constantly feels the need to. One morning I was shaving and the guy next to me reached over and put his hand above my dick to feel how smooth it felt. I could not control myself and I started to get hard. I did not say anything, but I wanted him to grab my dick and jack it off. It would have felt good having another hand holding my dick.I would go out late at night when I was off into the courtyard. I would wear loose-fitting shorts so I could pull my dick out of the leg and start stroking. It felt good having a breeze over.