Tim took me to the town down the road, the opposite way that I had gone with the two college boys. Tim was only two years older than I. He was very ni...e, the voices we blessedly quiet, well all but that one again. That voice was telling me to be wary. Strangely, I once again did not listen to that one voice. How foolish of me. It was on our trip back to town that I learned that Tim was garbage like the rest. I had started to carry black garbage bags in my purse at all times. Tim reached over. Girls could sense what I was and what I was doing and most of them would be really sweet about it. I got really good at it. I would stay home at night, smoke a little bit of pot and would go through my rituals. I would run a hot bath, make a glass of wine, then relax in my tub listening to music while shaving my body clean and moisturizing my skin to be as soft as any girl out there. I would get out of the bath and would dress up, working on perfecting walking in really high heels. I began self. For now, it was just the odd tree or two that was displaying yellows and oranges.Pulling into the parking lot, Ed got out of the rental car and entered the office. A young woman, slightly overweight, was seated at one of the three desks. It was a bare office that looked like it didn’t do too much business and the business that it did, probably wasn’t high value properties.She looked up at him and took in his black robe. Having seen enough of them in town to know what they represented, she. Too bad Pammy is a lesbian.I sat in my easy chair at the head of the couch. "Now Miss Ferguson, lets begin our first session. It was very naughty of you to lie about your drug use, you were a bad little girl." I'm sorry Doctor (she called me Doctor!) I was sooo embarrassed to tell you. I won't fib anymore, I promise".I know you won't Pammy. Now, have you felt any side effects? Any cravings for drugs?" Gee no sir (she called me sir!) I don't like those bad drugs anymore! But I get so horny.