“Jack, I know why Dr. DeBlasio sent you to me or, at least, I think I do. I have two doctorates, Jack. I am a psychiatrist and a psychologist. Abnor...al Psychology was the focus of both my doctorates and of my continuing studies in the abnormal mind. My focus for the last couple of years has been on violence with sexual components.”I nodded. It made sense to me now.“You are Daniel McCoy, the boy that they found in Texas. The one who was saved from Everett Reilly” she said softly, watching me. "It's nothing, April. I just don't know what to do." C'mon, you can tell me," I said, nudging her. "I love you."Violet glanced at me, her lips working like she wanted to say something. "It's fine. Let's just have fun tonight, okay." You sure?"She leaned against me and kissed me on the lips. "Yeah. There's no sense in ruining tonight with it." You'll tell me, right?" Yeah. I just need to find the right way."I frowned at that, opening my mouth to press her, when the SUV pulled into a parking. I noticed a class schedule on the wall and checked. The next class was about in about forty-five minutes. The place was oddly quiet.In the back, next to the restrooms, I found a door with a sign that had the word Private written on it. I assumed that it was Marcel’s office. I knocked loudly on the door then tried to open it. It was locked.A couple of minutes passed, then I heard someone unlock the door. It opened, and Marcel stepped out, immediately closing the door behind him.“Bill!” he. But I noticed a 'personals' tab, I was curious and started browsing.There was an ad about a 40 y/o man who was just looking to get blown, he lived nearby and I was curious and horny as fuck, so I decided to shoot him a message.He replied very promptly and we started to exchange messages, says his name was John and sent a couple of pictures of his cock. It was beautiful, 7 inches with a slight curve upwards, cut and shaved. Just how I like them.I asked where we could meet, he said that couldn't.