I mean that. I think I’d feel panicked if I had to keep you happy all on my own. Of course, there’s outside help too – for instance, Margo.”�...�Sheila, you don’t have to keep me happy. That’s my job, and you well know it’s mostly one’s attitude towards life that does that. What’s that old saying, ‘There is nothing either good of bad, but thinking makes it so.’ The same quote applied to happiness.”“Hamlet,” Sheila retorted. “I think Emerson wrote something similar and all sorts of metaphysical. Well, I guess more like once or twice a day."The doctor gasped, "Oh, wow. And is your partner... how shall I say... well, is he rough with you?" I guess..." Well, I think that explains it. Alex, you have several anal fissures - tears in the sphincter that are bleeding and are causing the pain you mentioned whenever you pass a stool. I will give you an antiseptic, but I'm afraid the only real cure is to refrain from having Anal sex for a period of not less than 3 months, and then to have it. "I shouldn't have grinned about that." No," she said. "You shouldn't have. You white people don't know how it is, do you?" How what is?" I asked, a little puzzled."Well, your ancestors chose to come over here. They assimilated, or their kids did, but you didn't completely lose your cultural identity when it happened. My ancestors, OUR ancestors, were dragged over here on the slave ships. With very few exceptions, our cultural identity was completely lost. The oral tradition loses out after. " Dale said with a smile.And with that, we began to take off our shirts and Shelly strut into the room in a black, close knit, fishnet body suit. She immediately knelt down amongst us, except Dale, who remained clothed and out of the circle. He seemed content to watch, for now.All four us raced to undo our belts and drop our pants. In no time, we were all completely naked. My half stiff cock flopped out upon the removal of my clothes and I marvelled to find that I was the biggest guy there! The.