No more-REDI was back in Dr. Ross's office, the school psychologist. "How are youfeeling, Tammy?" she asked."Tammy? No, wait, I'm... Tim?" I certainly...thought I was Tim. But when Isaid it aloud, my voice was neither certain, nor a boy's."We've been over this, Tammy. There is no Tim. Say it after me." There... is no Tim." Tim is a persona you created as a coping mechanism, in response to yourtraumatic experiences. The school janitor was caught installing cameras inthe restrooms, one of which. "We said good-bye and this was the last time i saw my parents in my life. Glen married me 2 days later. It was a conventional marriage in white with his friends and family. i played the beautiful young wife for all and Glen was proud of my behavior in public. After all guests were gone he took me in his dungeon were the real slavery ritual was provided by him. He undressed me and made me ready for my slavery ritual. He tied me on a block and branded me on my ass with his symbol and another. While my fingers caress his nuts and the underside of his cock, my thumb gently pushes inwards against his anus and it slips inside. I slide it in and out a few times, testing his reaction. He gasps and moans and pushes back a bit. Clearly, he likes that too. I work my thumb in and out a few more times. My fingers are still on his nuts. I can feel that his cock is hard. "Have you ever been fucked?" I ask."No" he replies."Would you like to be?" Hmmm, not sure, won't it hurt?" How about we try it. I study the material and feel like I know it well, but when it comes to the test, I just blank out and can’t seem to properly answer any of the questions.”“First of all, you can lose the Professor Miller. I ask all my students to call me Ken,” he said. I smiled and nodded in response. “Secondly, which sections are you having most trouble with?”I told the professor about my struggles with understanding central banks, monetary and fiscal policy, aggregate supply and demand, exchange rates and so.