Not always..." BASTARD!" She screamed and waved the knife recklessly, almost cutting her own arm."Be careful with that thing!" He shouted."Don't yell ...t me, you... you bastard!'"Gladstone told me to put them down on tape. The idea being that listening to myself in the doctor's office might help me see the way to admitting that I'm sexually addicted." You're a sex addict?" She huffed, but began to calm down."Would you like to comer to my next appointment? She'll be happy to see you. She's. Anja for example, was a lazy chick. She read magazines at the reception even with customers around, chewed gum and had this annoying habit of poking her tongue out and running her piercing against her teeth. She displayed acute disinterest in the clients that came in to use the pool or take massages and beauty treatments. Several of the workers, young German men and women came to the reception once in a while. They all wore white uniforms, like Anja. And like her, they were not very polite to. Huh? Sweeetie.! “She replied “Sweetie?? Really? At this pace,things will get worse with a smiley”And we used to chat daily for hours and even met 5-6 times a week on beach.She really enjoyed my company and on one day she asked me to come over her room and her room mate is out of town. So as planned I went there and holy fuck.She is in her shorts with sleeveless tank top.I got instant arousion on seeing her.In between the talks I put my hands on her thighs as if I hadnt did it on purpose to. Once again, I should havestopped. I could see she was turning a little red, but then she asked meto go on. Am I like the stupidest guy in the world, or what? I told herI was thinking about running my fingers up her thigh and feeling my handgo under the material of her skirt. I said that I wanted to keep myright hand on her stockings and let my left hand go up under her skirt.She just smiled at me and gave me one of those looks that tell the guythat she wanted me to continue on.I looked around.