"I'm going to give you some headphones and something to listen towhile this is working as it can take some time. This audio will helpreinforce positiv... thought patterns for you."I feel the headphones placed on my head as I sit there motionless andbegin hearing soft music playing in the background as a woman's voicerepeats phrases like, "I am ok with being vulnerable, I can relate toother peoples emotions, I want to comfort others when their sad, Ihave empathy." As I listen I feel someone lubing. Spencer continued: "Why don't you come by tomorrow? I'll see what I can do."Sam nodded slowly, uttered a quiet "thanks" and started walking towards the elevator.* * *"Do you want something to drink?" Freddie asked her.Carly simply shook her head 'no'."Something to eat?"Same response."Do you want to talk?"Carly was about to shake her head again, but after a moment of consideration, she gave Freddie a single nod. It couldn't be good to keep her feelings bottled up, and Freddie would be there for. She lay atop the covers, naked, eyes closed, one hand moving between her rounded thighs, the other toying with the small mounds of her breasts and the stiff little spikes of her nipples. Her hips were rocking slightly and the aroma of her juices was rich in the room. She opened her eyes and slowly focused on me. "You promised..." I shucked my clothes quickly. She watched avidly. I stretched out next to her on the bed. "Have you done this before?" "With a boy? No." "It'll hurt,. " Junior said you like people food," said Connie. "I'll be back."She ran to the galley, put the kettle on and began by checking the recipe box. 'Light the oven, ' Lighting the oven, She set the preheat at 450f. 'No sense in making a few ... I'll cook for everybody.'She set the big griddle on the big burner and tossed in a few pounds of bacon. She kept an eye on it while she started the biscuits.Mixing up 12 cups Laucke Wallaby Bakers flour,1/4 teaspoon baking soda per two cups flour, 6.