"Good girl," he whispers.~~~Good girl slips.I need to explain the other side of me - a darker side that extinguishes my light. Here is an example of a... all-to-common day in the life of my people-pleasing self.My job position is one of client support. I develop software per client specifications. More than that, I solve their problems. This is the best and worst job for someone who needs to feel she has met the needs of all around her. My day starts with me receiving an email from a client with. He was enjoying the chance to talk with John. It seemed like too many years had passed without them having a chance to get together like this. He asked, "Are you going to have kids anytime soon?" I don't know," John answered with a frown. Shaking his head, he said, "I keep thinking about what kind of life we'd be giving a kid. Susan and I would be miserable living in a house, but raising a kid in some of the places we go to would be nearly impossible. The Gods and Goddesses have given us. I was really proud of her, doing such a good job taking care of him. He had been set up with a catheter, since getting up to pee was not possible. And the nurses showed my wife how to change this, clean him, etc. She was taking her new responsibility very seriously. The first night when we laid in bed, she asked me if I wanted to hear something funny. Sure, I said. "Well, I have to say, Mr. Wilson has....how can I put this delicately, well, he has like an enormous penis!" I about fell over. I took in her pretty face as I spoke, her big hazel eyes and the splattering of freckles under her makeup. I liked the way she smiled, her lips widening and showing her perfect teeth. When I finally rambled to the end of my story, Clara placed her head on her hands and looked over at me, ‘So, just a small town boy?’ ‘Yeah, big cities don’t do much for me, once I’m there, I just can’t wait till I get home again.’ ‘Girlfriends?’ ‘Not at the moment, sometimes it just gets too hard.’ I replied. ‘So.