Mr. Brains was having a tough time digesting everything I said. He just gave me a look that reminded me of myself from last night and said, “Let’s...get something to drink”We got a few beers and I started gulping down as fast as I can. He also was faster than usual. The slight buzz eased my discomfort a bit.“Well it looks like you are going through a tough time.” he said after about two minutes of silence.“You have no idea”“Being a psychiatrist I understand what you are going through but have you. "I turned back, taking his hands and replacing them on my cheeks before covering them with my own, smiling softly. I went up on tip toes, leaning in to kiss his lips lightly. "You're right about me. I'm sorry. I've been so afraid of him, of what it would mean to be with him ... I didn't see that I'm not. I'm with you. But you're wrong about something." I kissed his cheek gently, leaning in further. "The reality is so, so much better. Better than I ever imagined. I love you, Alistair Theirin.. There was a sudden rush of bodies, as I swung round I knew there was more this time, arms grabbed me but I knew that voice, "Hello Monique, ready for another day of fucking and don't fucking argue we know you love it."I counted six of them as my clothes were ripped off, I thought I would play, fight them off, again but that was wrong. As soon as I was naked they dragged me over the sofa; the shoulder bag was opened and I squealed as I saw that thin cane taken out.Each one of them got their. The Treatment seemed to have solved several of my problems by itself. Assuming the effects were permanent, I could expect to lead a very active sex life and to attract the kinds of women I wanted. I had also noticed a definite firming of my stomach. The Treatment was beginning to remove the spreading that attacked me in middle age. I wasn't sure if this might be another Treatment effect or might simply be the result of all the vigorous sex I'd had in the previous week. Calories had certainly.