"Daddy, are you naked?" she asked this time, and she pulled up the sheet to peek underneath. "Daddy, you are!" she exclaimed, "and are you hard?" She ...was right again. I was so embarrassed. "Let me see," she said, and pulled the sheet off me, exposing my cock; hard, sticking straight up. "Oh, my goodness, daddy," she gasped, "just like in the movie." "Well, no, not quite, honey," I said, not knowing quite what to say but knowing my cock was at least four inches shorter than the guy's in the. Once I was served, I glanced around the bar hoping I would find a good looking man I could charm into coming home with me for some sex. I wasn't disappointed when my eyes latched onto a man sitting at the far end of the bar staring at me intently. I smiled and raised my glass and watched as he did so too. He then got up and came over and sat next to me. "Nice looking outfit" he said as he sat down. "You come here often?" he then added. Corny line, but still it always worked. "Only when I'm. I worked and lived in a suburb near the city after my further studies. Of course, I have some really good sexciting anecdotes to present to you here. All of them are my personal experiences. Even now, they remind me of my exciting days. I have altered some names and specific places.In my beginning years there, I was quiet and quite conscious of being different – Indian. However, the penny dropped when I realized that whenever I walked into a pub or anywhere, most eyes would follow and notice. But I don’t have to go to those meetings if I don’t want to?Dr K: Not at all.MD: Okay.Dr K: Did you have any other questions?MD: Um, no, I don’t think so.Dr K: Okay then.MD: Wait. I have one. How do I know when I’m cured?Dr K: Now that is an excellent question. What makes you think you aren’t already cured?She held her arms out and gestured down her body.Dr K: I don’t want you to get hung up on the idea that being cured depends on your appearance. The two things are linked but the one does not.