The abrupt change from one way of life to another could be a factor in the occurrence of Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder, and the unexpected flashback ...to the Falklands I had suffered in Suzannah Weston's office, for no apparent reason other than her mentioning 'aged eighteen', might be due to the realisation I was now in a much different milieu.But as I have no training as a trick cyclist my opinion is worthless.I had not suffered flashbacks since leaving the army, other than the 'small penis'. I could still live a decent life here as a divorced man. Besides, I would be free to see Lucy or anyone else I wanted to be with. On the other hand, if Susan didn't file for divorce, I would have to pay for my place here and all of my living expenses, plus pay for the house in North Carolina and expenses there. It would be pretty much a wash either way. I decided that I would give her some time to make her move. Six months would be long enough. If she stood pat for six more months, then I would. ” I hesitate and before I can open my mouth she blurts out “it wasn’t a question missy! It’s happening.” The one thing I can always say for my sister is when she’s decided on something it happens and she knows I’ll give in eventually so I just give in easy to avoid the puppy dog eyes she can turn on to get her way. It’s already quite late. 9.30pm and we don’t live too near the city centre and I’m nowhere near ready, I go and jump in the shower. I do my hair, make-up and get dressed up as. I'm a little embarrassed about the size of my penis, but obliged anyway and took them off. I laid down on the massage table and she began to cover my body with hot oil and massage me front head to toe, it felt so good that I nearly fell asleep, at least until I heard her say 'turn over please'. I slowly turned over and couldn't help but feel very conscious about the fact that my dick and balls were right there in front of her. She didn't seem to mind though and began to massage the front of.