"How so? Is your life then so pallid, so lacking in joy and fulfillment that a dream overpowers it? Or, is it perhaps that you find your very maleness...unsatisfying?" No, damn it! I'm proud to be a man, and the women I've been with don't have any complaints either. It's just that..." That what?" It's just that sometimes I get this funny feeling that everything is unreal. That I'm just a character in a story." Interesting. Well, We'll discuss this at greater length in our next session. Our time. It hadn't been hard to get one of her fans, Dr. Scheidler (in her mind, she always called him Dr. Stinky because of his cigar habit) to provide the magic medicine. He was an endocrinologist, which Shellie didn't have to be able to pronounce to know it meant hormone doctor. She didn't have to fuck him; he was putty in her hands, totally slutty for any kind of attention from her. Hey, that rhymed! "Slutty putty, slutty putty, slutty putty..." she giggled softly as she pranced up the walkway to. She tightly hugged herself.“OK,” I grabbed two cans of whipped cream, “How’s school?”“Uh, it’s summer vacation now. I mean, I like school.” To her, I think, I was a Grown Up and, as much as she clearly wanted Matthew to treat her like a Grown Up or the waitresses to include her in Grown Up stuff, I was a different animal than she was. She might have said only the truth and still said nothing at all.“Good,” I didn’t really give a shit, “Do you like math? Science?”“Uh, sure,” She probably did. We spent two hours there getting the full treatment. For me it had been months since I had the full treatment.Once home I set up the laptop and the video camera in the large living room. Then I linked it to the wide screen TV. I played with the camera position until I got what I thought would be a good view where everyone could be seen. I was being watched like a hawk while I set things up. I was surprised that no one asked what I was doing.Wendy stopped to pick up flowers on her way from the.