I had scheduled an appointment with Dr. Repp moments after K had caught me in the act of cyber sexing, well, actually recovering from a fall I suffered while cyber sexing with one of my favorite fan fic people – a fall resulting from the pure erotic shock I received when my fave had explicitly and oh so eloquently, articulately told me what she was about to do me with her tongue and several fingers.

And I lied, lied to K about what I as doing, lied to the only person in the whole entire ***** world who loves me , believes in me, trusts me and now encourages me to get myself all stirred up on line. She said it was OK . . She just didnt know what she was Okaying because I lied, I ***** straight-faced, without hesitation lied, just like I used to do –lied like the pathetic, weak, loser addict I am. What the ***** is wrong with me? Why wasnt Bette giving me some direction instead of just showing up on the edge of the good dr.s couch looking all hot and beautiful -just sitting there – waiting – –

Bette who, Beach? Who are you talking to? the sound of Dr. Stella Repps voice startled me as I didnt expect her to return so quickly. She had stepped out of the office to get us a drink. Since my eating habits had changed because of the heart thing, she brought us a DIET Dew and some unsalted peanuts. Being the kind and considerate person she was, she pushed the packet of six little powdered donuts she had on her desk into the top drawer and suffered through the peanuts with me

Youre not hearing voices are you? she asked popping some unsalted Planters into her mouth and setting my soda on the table beside my head. I couldnt quite tell if she was joking with that question or genuinely concerned that I was a certifiable beach nutcase.

The sudden sound of her voice made me jump a little on the leather sofa, the heels of my feet making a funny sound on the sweet smelling surface.