” She straddled over him and she tap kissed him. What was she doing to him! why was she placing herself in this position, why was she testing him! C...uldn’t she see what he was capable of? Why couldn’t he control himself around her? “Don’t do that Serene” “Why? I need to know if what you feel is real, if it is, you’ll control yourself” Okay fair is fair he could handle himself. She leaned in to kiss him “Serene.. Please, don’t tempt me; I don’t want to drive you away again.” She continued. Even with all the drugs, I felt like shit. I didn’t have a headache, I just felt disconnected. Like I didn’t care about anything. That lasted half a day I began to reenter the land of the living.During that first post coma day, I pieced together what happened mostly from my friends and family. Sonya, the euro-slut, played me like a video game.Like I had said about the Grenada bar, the seated man is at a disadvantage. She knew enough to take advantage of me being seated on a mechanics rolling. " Interesting. Well, We'll discuss this at greater length in our next session. Our time is drawing to a close now." Thank you, Doctor. It's been very helpful talking to you."As he went out the door, he glanced back. Damn! He could have sworn that he had been talking to someone else these past 45 minutes. The good doctor was feminine in a matronly way, with exaggerated, slightly sagging bosoms and generous padding from the waist down. Dr. Philippa Dixon, in person. But... he had the distinct. He had a set of even white teeth and elaborate tattoos on his powerful, coffee-colored arms. I thought of him now and luxuriated in a private erotic dream. The press of humanity around me faded into my subconscious. The warmth between my legs grew. * The work environment at the agency was relaxed. However, I was an account executive and often had to meet clients, so I always dressed very professionally – though I did wear a belly button ring! I was wearing a gray business suit with a short.