"I didn't catch his name." I followed Scott to the front of the room. The two men greeted each other warmly, like two old and close friends."Kyle, I w...ould like to introduce you to my mentor and good friend, Geoffrey Wentz," Scott said as he stepped aside to let me greet his friend. The light bulb clicked on as soon as Scott said the name "Wentz." Mr. Wentz, it's so good to meet you," I gushed. "I've read some of your books. You did the bio on Custer, a couple books on Gettysburg, and one on the. Then the last visit she said everything was fine and that she had probably over-reacted. This is when he became concerned. He inquired whether she was taking her full dosage of her medication, and if she were feeling overwhelmed or depressed. She had told him everything was fine, no problems.Dr Perkins did not believe everything was going as smoothly as Darlene had made it sound. He knew her too well, and knew how she was capable of hiding the fact she was disturbed about something. She had. We talked about many things, but in particular I asked what the feelings were toward my family in her village. She said there was hate for us, and that if there were any young men, they would attack me. I was afraid of that. I told her that I felt I had only 2 options about what to do. The first would be to kill everyone in the village to protect my beloved family. She was mortified at this thought, but knew that it might have to be done. The second would be to try to help the village survive. She faced me; she placed an arm and a leg across my body. She kissed me on the cheek and said, “Thanks’ Kev. You don’t know how long I’ve waited for this.” I wondered in my head, what did she mean? Did she mean a fucking or did she mean a fucking from me? I thought it best not to ask. I felt so contented, why spoil it! Her pussy was against my thigh, I felt its wetness, it must have been my cum as it dribbled out of her. We drifted off to sleep. I was awakened by a noise, and as I opened my.