He responded by grabbing my head really hard and pushing his hips forward and pinning the back of my head against the wall. "Don't push away, let it s...ay down your throat. Stay right there. Good girl." Every time he called me a good girl, it was like I was filled with energy to do whatever he wanted. After a while, though, I was running out of air, so I slapped at his hips and made muffled squealing sounds. He knew why I was struggling, but made me wait several seconds (which felt like a. Now comes the real part of the story, the counselor was very good in height nature, she was also very young, she told me that she will help me in every case whenever I needed her, so I chose to go there and it was closer where I was working and closer to my dorm as well both on walking distance days passed by. I had good reports with her as I am very good at flatting and all that, she always was happy whenever she see me around and call me every day when I was having class. She was enjoying my. I covertly slide my phone to Em, hoping she’ll understand that I’m addicted to the piece of technology and in desperate need of a sponsor. Girl has my back and slips it into her purse. ‘Great. Except for the writers’ block. I’m stuck on this one scene where my character Angeliq—I told you about her, right?—is going to this funeral-party-thing. Not sure how to construct the party.’ ‘Because it’s science fiction?’ ‘Mixed with mythology and culture norms. Still working out what a funeral looks. Jess had spent a week writing and rewriting the section on ‘sexuality.’ She had sounded too enthusiastic about the trait in her draft, especially the high frequency of sexual interactions and the variety of situations, obviously reflecting her own attitude and experiences within The Circle on the subject. Not objective enough, she later thought; rewrite required.She planned to write the section on ‘loneliness avoidance’ that day, and maybe get a start on another section she called ‘New Family.