Rina brought me chicken soup before I had another round of physical therapy that afternoon. The therapist seemed to be astonished by what I could do....I slept well that night and felt someone kiss me on the lips late that evening. I decided my sleepy brain was giving me what I wanted. I again greeted the duty nurse and asked for coffee and oatmeal. My oatmeal had slices of banana, strawberries and blueberries in it. It was delicious. The doctor came to see me and Rina did too. She was not. . growing up, were you close?”“Oui. Tréy close.”“Example?”“Well ... you know how some folks, archeologists and such, extrapolate that girls mature sooner than boys?”“Go on.”“Trish was the one that taught Froggy and me how to ... um, you know.” Oops.Ms. Sloane tilted her head. Looking at me much like my mother and a certain aunt do from time to time. It’s a look that says ‘don’t dick around, tell me all.’ Or else.“Masturbate.” I sort of gushed it out, not a subject about which I now wished had. So, while we both had the unfortunate privilege of having to deal with Jacobs, we at least were able to do it together ... at the third strip club in a row ... in Juarez, Mexico.All I could do was shake my head. Strip clubs were not target-rich environments for me or anyone, really—especially dives like this one. The ratio of women to men, for one thing, was all wrong—probably one woman for every nine or ten guys in the place. Secondly, only guys with low CAP scores tend to still frequent clubs. "So I haven't scared you off have I?"I shake my head, so she reaches into her bag and pulls out a silver box which she opens and presents to me. Inside is a heavy, black, leather collar with a chunky ring in the middle.Wordlessly she moves behind me and puts it on, not waiting for my reaction. Her delicate hands tickle, but I fight to not react to it. I can feel the warmth from her breath on my neck, and I become aroused. I want to be taken to the playroom too.She doesn't though and instead.
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