" There is no need for formality here my friend," Lord Omar muttered in reply, brushing off my adherence to protocol. "We are friends and allies and I...have been anxiously waiting news about you since we last saw each other. So come and sit with me and share some wine and tell me what has happened since you sailed from my harbour two weeks ago. Did you rescue your mate and your friend?"I ended up sitting on the divan with Lord Omar. He called forward a servant who poured me wine and then poured. For five years, I’ve masturbated thinking of my mom. I’m not quite sure how it all started. It must’ve been a combination of teenage hormones and the unusually close relationship I had with her. I still remember the first time it happened. I was still a virgin, so the image was very vague. I must’ve imagined my mom stroking me, but it would’ve lasted a second. As I came, I felt such a tremendous amount of pleasure and guilt. I remember falling asleep very quickly and waking up the next morning. I spent too much time lamenting how things were different from what I wanted or anticipated that I failed to appreciate things for how they actually were. So, my advice to you is to simply let go of all your preconceptions and expectations and live life in the moment, taking it as it comes to you and in whatever form that might be."It sounded like just a little bit of mumbo jumbo to Trent, but the tone of her voice led him to conclude that she was very sincere about what she said. And maybe she. I had to thinkquickly and blurted out, "Women's problems". I thought thiswould be amusing when I told the girls afterwards.Michael had had his appendix out and would be leavingin a couple of days. I said I was not sure when Iwould be out as there were complications. He was veryunderstanding and sympathetic and we chatted veryhappily for the next hour or so. It seemed we had alot in common. We had both been to Public Schoolalthough my education had now taken place at the girl'sschool with.