”We spent another hour talking, finishing with the events surrounding Nick’s death, my hospitalization, and Nick’s funeral.“So what do you thi...k, Doc? Am I crazy?”“No, you aren’t. In fact, you are quite sane, logical, and intelligent. You’re hypersexual, but it doesn’t appear to interfere with you being a successful businessman, husband, and father. From what you’ve told me, you know just enough about clinical diagnosis to know what that means.”“Yes. If I’m functioning, and my symptoms are. We wouldn't have much time for her to checkme out, but another opinion never hurt.In the meantime, Reed had brought another guest. He had picked upCaptain America at the Avenger's mansion. He had seen some of the videoafter he became friends with my father, before he was lost at the end ofWWII. He also thought he recognized the way the Enemy moved, butcouldn't tell who it was either. He did point out that the vast majorityof the masterminds Dad had fought were men, but it still could be. She was fresh out of teaching school. I swore she was only 17. She was also way behind me in math skills. The only thing she was good at was English. She felt sorry for me. I spent one extra evening a week after school with her tutoring me in English. It helped out a lot, as my grade in that subject went up to a 'B'.It was in her second year, when I was in the 7th grade, when the blizzard hit. It started just after school let out, and I was staying late for my tutoring lesson. By the time my. ” I did and though she really didn’t know what to do. I quickly helped her figure it out. Within the hour we were tongue wrestling and once she even traced the outline of my erect cock with her fingers. Later that afternoon by myself back at my house I wondered what to do and even considered stopping the whole thing, but I didn’t want to hurt her and I told myself that I would let it go no further. The following Friday her Grandmother traveled to a friends house about an hour and a half away..