." Upstairs," Gary prompted."Right, uh ... upstairs for a minute, okay?" I smiled at her. "I'm just ... I'll be right back. Just watch some TV okay, s...eetie?" But Mommy ... I don't wanna..." No ... Shush now, you be a good girl," I told her. "I'll be right back and then we'll go get McDonalds." Mommy..."She whined and I left her there, following Gary as we left the room and went upstairs into a bedroom. I felt hate then, just a little for myself. I'd brought Jilly to this house again, to where. She shifted to draw her face closer to his penis. Her voice then softened, running her eyes up and down the thickening rod: "God, you know what that does to me. Wow, is that terrific. It's really terrific, you know that?" She was using some kind of 60s or 70s lingo or something. I was waiting for her to spring a groovy on him. "God, what it does to me. It really sends me, you know?"Once again I found myself privy to an intimate moment between two neighbors not meant for other eyes. Except this. The experience of not just walking down to the main entrance, but beingallowed to pass back into the outside world, was almost surreal. Ryancouldn't stop glancing round, half expecting that someone would stop him.Even as he walked down the small flight of stone steps outside theentrance, he was tensing up, anticipating a blast of pain from the deviceimplanted in him.When instead all he encountered was brilliantsunshine and the feel oftheunaccustomed breeze tugging at his robe, the unfamiliar. When I had dressed again he asked if I wanted to come back for another appointment in a couple of days, smiling I replied yes.The next day I had to see the psychologist again. Straight away he opened a mag, this time it was about a lad around my age and and a mature guy, I looked at the pics as we chatted when he said 'The doc told me all about your examination' I smiled replying 'Yes it was good' 'I think he want's to examine your asshole next time, 'do you think you'll be ok with that'.