WHOOO HOOO! Due to Covid things have been kinda strange. Video conferences with my therapist and neurologists.Is it good news, bad news, or no news? A... little of each. my sweat glands gave an effort. I actually sweated a little. Not the way I should have been. But, it’s a start. I’ve spent a lot more time with my came because I’ll randomly start falling over. I’m scared of doing a header off my front steps so I’m very careful about using them.Cognitively, I seem to be more off center. My family. This really turned me on to know the degree of humiliation a girl of Debs' upbringing was experiencing.After about 20 min. I went out to bring her in the house. While re-applying the blindfold, she whispered she had to pee. I led her to the back yard , and unknown to her, led her to the square of light being cast on the lawn from the bedroom window where the ceiling lights were on. I told her I wanted to watch her stand & pee, so she'd better spread her legs. I heard a 'tut' and told her it was. ................Jack always loved 'Junior-Senior Sex', with (usually) guys, but also girls, who were either younger and/or older. Great places were at parks, outdoor events, flophouses, etc. But, sometimes, it was at houses he'd been invited to. Like Saturday night. He'd met an older couple who had a younger niece. They were in their late 50's and she was a young 20-something. They ran into each other at a country western bar in Oklahoma, it was a warm summer evening and they were. Especially a threesome with two trannies. It was lonely bar night for me, nothing special. I sat drinking all of my problems away. The rum and cokes were strong that night. I sat thinking about my life and wondering if life could actually be enjoyed. See, I was always that person who thought living a mild manner, do goody, life was the correct choice. But then why was I here drinking my life away? Something was missing. I was lonely at the time, no one to drink with, no one to call, no.