"Stupid Seattle," he took a left. "They probably put the parking lot in Tacoma." Hello, Mr. and Mrs. Ryan," a striking woman said. "I'm Dr. Lin."She f...xed her almond eyes on my husband, strutting across her spacious office in a modest and exquisitely tailored suit. The skirt and blazer were jade green and the woman had long toned legs, rather proud breasts, and exotic features. She must have been six feet tall in her heels and remarkably attractive, nothing like I would have expected. I felt. I was finding something that was a little disheartening. Ibegan to realize that I seemed to be getting addicted to sex with men.Well, there wasn't much I could do about it, anyway.It wasn't until my seventh month as a whore that I finally got theprinciple down under thirty thousand. I was more than a little pleased,but I still had a long way to go.It ended up taking me nearly a year and a half to finally pay Tommy allthe money that I owed him. During that time, Lori made a ton and a halfof. We ordered pitchers of beer for the table, and a few snacks to munch on during the game. There was a nice hum to the conversations at our table and around us. Everyone seemed to be hitting it off nicely. I watched my girl as she chatted with the others. She was quickly relaxing and was at ease with the crowd. I have to admit that I was really pleased with myself for asking her along tonight. She did really look attractive and she was obviously a good fit for the crowd here, even if her. .”“Week and a half,” Mandy corrected.“Okay...” Carstairs intoned. “Uh...” He looked at me. “Other relatives?”Mandy huffed. “Even if there WERE, which there aren’t, I wanna stay with Uncle Ben.”“You do get a say, dear, but we have to make it look good for the family court judge.”“Mister McLean,” I interjected, “Did Mom and Dad ever discuss that I have a condition?”“No. What sort of condition?”“I’m on the spectrum for Asperger’s. So’s Mandy. We sort of form our own support group.”“But not like.