”“You mean like a psychiatrist?”“I think she’s a psychologist, but yes. The difference is the psychiatrist can prescribe drugs and is a medi...al doctor. The psychologist is, well, similar but without being an MD.”“I don’t know,” she said softly.“Angie, do you think you might want to marry me eventually?”“Yes; you know that!”“Do you think being scared of sex on our honeymoon would be a good way to start our marriage?”“Probably not.”“Then you need to see the psychologist. If she can help you, then. I provided him the address of our hotel and told him when to show up. I met him in the bar downstairs and explained this was new for us but that she was getting in some negligee upstairs. I was so nervous as we rode in the elevator upstairs. I was hard just thinking about it, but I was also nervous as to what this meant about me and if it would change our relationship. I wasn’t sure about what we were about to do. How big would his dick be? Would she really like I or would she like it better. We walked hand-in-hand through the post-race booths, stopping here and there to sample new gels or energy bars before heading through the parking lot to our car. We talked about the race course, some of the other runners, and the next race as I drove home. She showered as I mixed smoothies for us, then it was my turn. A nap was called for after the race, and she was already on our bed when I joined her. She nestled in against me and drifted off as I read from my Kindle. Soon her breathing and. One day a message came from office. I have to visit a customer place. Then I leave the customer place and went another customer. That place is in very good and calm area. I found the address and then I rang the bell. One lady came and ask my name then she showed me the place, I go top in a bedroom, then I found the computer I ask the lady what’s the problem, she told me I don’t know, but wait for some time my daughter will came and tell the problem. I wait for 10 minutes one girl came and.