"So why psychology?" Shelly asked. "You seem to do well in your film studies class." I took it thinking I might be able to learn to act," Leslie answe...ed. Her face took a sheepish glint. "I can't do dialog worth a damn. I know I will never be able to take a job at a clinic or work traditional psychology jobs. But, well, I figured I could offer counseling services at AMS or something."Adam nodded."I'm sure they can be used," he said."Probably more than you even realize," Leslie said. There was a. I felt frustrated and to be honest, a bit lonely. Asim was the closest thing I had to a friend and he would eat absolutely anything I put in front of him. Today I felt like something from home. Mrs. Bloothooft, who used to cook for Kate and me when mum worked late, would sometimes prepare a dish we called ‘preibollen’. You stir fry finely chopped leeks with ground beef, pepper, salt and a heaped teaspoon of yellow curry powder until the beef is brown, and fold it into a sleeve of croissant. I felt the little bones of my back bang against the solid wall. "Open up," he said in a cutesy but menacing voice. I opened my mouth to cry "No," again, and he started shoving my shirt in. He just kept pushing until my mouth was open and full. Then I started choking on the shirt and my crying subsided because it was just too hard to breath. He fixed the shirt tight in my mouth by wrapping the other stocking like a rope around my face. The nylon dug into my cheeks. He held. .. other things" she giggled as she again rubbed his crotch, bringing him to the brink momentarily, then she backed off when she felt him get even harder throbbing in her hand."I have to warn you Millie," John stopped her before they began the work that needed done, "I have a slight condition," John hoped she didn't run screaming home to her father, then the federals. "I have to uh ... rub ... uh ... stroke?" sighing he couldn't quite get it out."You mean masturbate?" Millie thought it was very.