" Imposter syndrome? What's that?" The feeling that you don't deserve to be where you are, that you're afraud in some way, and that any day now you're...going to be found out.It's surprisingly common, even among very successful people." It sounds nuts!" I assure you it's very real. For example, the writer Neil Gaiman tellsa story about being at an event for high-flyers and finding himself atthe back of the room talking to someone he describes as a very well-mannered, very polite elderly. " He gave her a playful smile. "Did you miss me?" Well, not just certification. You're being too modest," Eliana replied. "A month from now, we would have been in serious trouble with sewage recycling." She leaned over and gave him a quick peck on his cheek. "And yes, I did miss you. And I would have hated all the crawling you had to do." Ah, it was a one-person job. You know, the odds of what happened are almost zero. I've heard rumors the Guild will intentionally muck something up for an. He wasquickly growing harder to my touch and the large purple head glistenedas it poked fully forward past his foreskin. i smiled up at him andslid my wet, lucious lips over the head and locked them around thebulging crown of his cock. i swirled my tongue across the head andsucked him. His eyes rolled back and he moaned as he slowly stiffenedin my warm mouth. i popped my lips off the head and gave him a longslow lick the entire length of his veiny shaft - from the base of hisswollen balls. "How do you know?" It's not like a guy just suddenly can't do it, you know," he replied."It just gets more and more difficult to achieve an erection, then one day you know, you've just had your last piece of ass. Mine was the last time we made love." he looked at me meaningfully."Nonsense," I rebuked him. "Get out of those clothes. You've just been under a lot of stress, and it's high time we got rid of some of it. Impotence provides it's own feedback; it's a self-fulfilling prophecy."He didn't.