What kind of depression was it?’ ‘I don’t think it had a name. My psychiatrist said it was like . . . anti-social personality disorder.’ ‘A ...erpetual state of lowered physiological arousal? I can see how that could manifest itself in depression. What . . . what did it feel like?’ ‘It didn’t feel like anything,’ Torrie said, waxing introspective. ‘It was like the absence of feeling. It . . . it was almost like when someone lowers the sound on your television just a little each day. At first I. “Welcome back, Mr. Bailey”,the doctor said to Blane, whose eyes looked dazed and confused.As he exited the room, the doctor turned and smiled at Amy before saying, “Oh! Nurse! Would you mind filling out this patient survey. Just ask him how he feels, if there’s pain, you know, the usual”“Uh...yes, doctor”, Amy replied, as the physician handed her a clipboard.Amy sat on a chair next to Blane’s bed. He was awake, yet was still obviously disoriented from just now coming out of his coma. Amy felt. And shocked to see that she was controlling her shyness and smile. I continued to insert my tongue in the navel and the deeper the tongue, greater the seductive smile and shyness. I slowly came up and whispered in her ears “Rani, kiss me” and then showed my cheeks.She suddenly gave me a electrifying kiss. It took some time for me to come to back to normal. I again asked her to give a kiss. She again gave a kiss. I asked her whether she knew this before. She told in husky voice “ I knew it right. The tension made me sweat. With this method of keeping warm, I wouldn’t need that hot sauna session that Kevin had suggested as an après-dinner treat.Our spouses could have caught us at any moment. Yet my digits finally intertwined with Quigley's and stayed firmly linked for the second half of the movie, until the lights came on and we forced ourselves to let go.…"Why am I the one who has to trek through this haunted mansion to retrieve ice?" I grumbled in our room, after we had parted ways.