I was a sort of genius and spent my spare time doing complex equations for sport. Mother said that maybe my lack of sexual thought was because I was a...genius.So, I was sent to a doctor, he was what they call a head doctor. He goes into people’s minds and fixes them. I was told he made my aunt quit smoking by hypnotizing her. I was sceptical about hypnotism, but found out by looking it up it is a very acute science.I sat at the doctors waiting to go in. I looked at the magazines and read a few. Neither Karyn nor Debbi had known her, but she was a shockingly beautiful girl of about 30 years old. She was about 5'9" tall with long black hair and a waist that had been corseted down to barely 17 inches. She stripped down without question, once she reached the stage, but requested to keep her corset on. The officials granted her request as she was a volunteer, the men watching her applauded their decision. Her 38 inch breast and matching 38 inch hips looked so terribly erotic when compared. "And how about you, Jonathan, what's on your bedside table at the moment?"I probably blushed."Nothing quite as serious. I'm currently reading a paper on 'Chirality as a tool to test the purity of hydrocarbon distillates' which is for an assignment I've got, but as lighter reading I've got an Alistair McLean novel going; I find that if my head is still spinning around polarised light filters I don't get off to sleep very quickly!"That didn't get the same enthusiastic reception from Sheila's. Seth smelled food and turned his mind back to the small fire. The soldiers he sat with concentrated on their eating although to Seth's way of thinking they didn't have much to concentrate on. They had fried some fat meat in an iron skillet, the kind some folks called a spider, and then made corn mush in the grease. They ate with their fingers from the black pan that sat on its own three legs right in the smoldering fire beside a tall coffee pot. Seth watched curiously as a soldier broke a big.