I treat the worst first. From my medicine pouch, I produceleaves and herbs. My position affords me a relationshipwith the land, the earth, and the sky... and forces of lifeand death. I draw upon that relationship. I feel myselfswelling with the very power of the world. That power, I inturn give to the herbs, to draw out their naturalpotential.Within moments, a month's worth of healing passes. Thewounds knit, and I move on. By the time I reach the last,the first one I've healed is stirring. He. Again, he fell over."Calm down," the woman said. "You are going to hurt yourself. Bang your head or something."Almost frantic now, Henry tried again to sit up, his hand slipped on a throw rug, and down he went once more. Frustrated, he realized that he'd begun to cry. He felt embarassed, ashamed, guilty, and afraid, and didn't know how to handle those emotions all at once. Dammit no, he thought. Don't cry, not now. But the tears were already there. He'd always been an emotional child, prone to. She came closer to me and started opening my belt – and pants. In no time she had opened my pant hooks and zip and pulled my cock out of my underwear. Now my cock was throbbing like anything – as she was pulling the back skin up and down. I could see in her face that she licked the length and thickness of my cock – I too started squeezing her breasts harder and with the other hand inserted my finger inside her. She was trying to get up to get my finger more in her. Satyam had come in the room. The heat combined with the deluge of sex imagery was overwhelming.At the far end of the long aisle of hot smut was a small alcove on the right, half blocked by a small counter, and opposite of the counter, along the back wall was a rack of random sex toys, with one of those convex mirrors mounted above it. The mirror was positioned such that the person at the counter could view the whole booth - whether to catch shoplifters, or exhibtionists is anyone's guess. In that mirror I could see there.