They just couldn't understand how someone so femme couldpossibly have anything to be depressed about. They didn't realizedepression doesn't discrimina...e according to how passable you are,something that is apparently hard to understand if your greatestaspiration is simply to go out as a girl and not freak anybody out.I did as Rebecca demanded, and my T-friendly psychiatrist, Dr. MartinBinder, a very cute, very well turned out sixty-five-year old man witha full head of white hair and the most. When she came back after 10 mins, I was nervous that she might have mind it. But her mood was totally different. She asked me to say a few words about her so that she may mention it in her scrap book.I told her that she was very beautiful and good looking. She said “Aur Batao…” I told her that her voice is very nice, she said “Aur batao…” I was getting a bit nervous but gathered some courage and told her that i really liked her legs.She asked me “Only u like my legs not me”. I told her that. " Did you kiss like that?"She shook her head. "We kissed passionately but never like that." Did you get that feeling of something flowing between us?"She nodded, her eyes looking into his."Did that happen when you kissed passionately?" No." It was little more than a whisper and her eyes never left his."Um ... do you think it's possible to-to ... um ... f-fall in love in just f-four weeks?" Yes." He only just heard her.There was another, shorter silence while they stared at each other."I-I love. She’d had a cast on her arm for six weeks, but it had taken much, much longer than that before she’d been able to sleep through the night. Olivia, her madam, had been so attentive, much to Mattie’s surprise, well, she supposed she must have felt responsible to a degree for what had happened. There was always a risk, being an escort, but thankfully these situations were few and far between. Normally, if a client overstepped the mark, O would have arranged for the punter to be given a taste of.