I filled out a commercial bank loan application with them as well but the bank manager had already warned me that their corporate head office was tigh...ening up on loans and approval was by no means guaranteed. Borrowing from my parents really wasn't an option as they were getting ready to move for retirement and their cash situation was currently fairly tight, especially if they didn't sell their old house and Amber and I moved into it.Bert agreed to keep the offer on hold for a few weeks to. With each new piece of information she gave me, she also provided the support I needed to accept the pain or disappointment I was feeling. I retreated, but to a safe place, one where I still maintained my awareness and was able to diffuse the effect of the information I was being asked to process.Through it all, with three or four hypnotic sessions a day, my two identity states started to merge as one. With few jointly shared memories, we began to build on discussing those important ones that. OK let’s go to the incident that took my virginity, on that day I was coming back from my hometown for the shift after enjoying weekend at hometown. After I get down from train, due to heavy rain in Bangalore I get into an auto and started to my room.On the way I was talking with the auto driver about Bangalore and the drizzling climate, finally about girls and aunties because I am an outward guy so speaks a lot. On the way to my room at bottom of a tree, I saw a woman struggling herself in the. " and she picked up the the syringe and whatever they call that little bottle the medicine is in. The one with the rubber top to stick the needle through. She drew the medicine and took hold of me again, pulling my penis to the side and against my right leg. When she put the needle up against me my ego kind of screamed at me, OH SHIT! Someone's going to stab me in the dick!", but I calmed pretty quick. She slowly pushed the tiny needle - I later learned it was for Insulin - into my cock. It.