Visit 4.
Oh lord! What a shock in regressing back to twelve years old. Excruciatingly embarrassed. Trying to hide in a room where I couldn't... ended up asking to leave... 'I don't want your gaze' I told him. It was an incredible experience to me. Emotions intensified in a small space... 'do you want to move away from this?' he asked. I can barely remember what brought this on. Cynically I surmise... 'he's paid to be a gigolo of the mind... dosing out attention and care to middle-aged 'ladies'. Why(...)