Everyone has an internal monologue – you talk to yourself. Dom’s wasn’t just a simple thought process so much as a constant full blast high spee... bombardment of monologue such that it was often hard for even him to keep up with it. Touching himself like he did seemed to be comforting to the extent that it slowed down the bombardment to a rate that was far more easily dealt with. But how does a c.hild come close to understanding that himself, let alone explaining it to the adults who were. She had crept upstairs and watched her son fucking a woman who was almost ten years older than she was. "I walked by....past your door... just to grab my book to read..." She stumbled, admitting that she would have passed the sex show not once to get to her room and lock herself in, but twice, to go back downstairs and try to hide the fact that she had come upstairs at all."It happens, I didn't expect you home early, and I guess you were comfortable enough with the idea of watching me to sneak. " Well, there you are. Anyway, Isobel, I must go. I'll see you on Saturday week at twenty to ten and you can do the map-reading. 'Bye."The telephone went down before she could riposte. She smiled. He was fun.He collected her punctually and took her without any map-reading straight to Arthur Corsellis's house. Larry was small and very shy initially. Isobel was at a loss. She knew nothing about young children and particularly about bringing them out of their shells. She watched Gerry with. . . . By drinking cum… What’s cum? Cum, as in cum what! You don’t mean that right yes, that cum i mean. See the doctors i am in touch with regarding her case say only cum from a man aged in mid-twenties will work. You match the description perfectly. I know it is very embarrassing but if it is not cured now and it reaches another stage, things can go out of our hands. Oh god why. No, i know this is embarrassing but she is like my mom after all. She loves me so much. I can do this.