I politely declined as counselors are supposed to make their clients’ lives better and not befriend them. She understood and asked me if she could w...ite emails when in need. I obliged. The same year I too left the school to pursue my Ph.D. abroad.She wrote to me on and off with her issues, like many of my clients, and I helped. In college, she met a guy she finally liked, and first, her emails became less frequent then stopped. It was a good sign. I was happy for her.I moved on with my life. "Looks like we're stuck here..." She sighed, inspecting the buttoned panel for the help button.She pressed it but to no response."I don't think anyone is around, I didn't see a security guard at the entrance when I came here."I explained to her, trying to remain calm."Oh god, yeah they're useless here." She tutted.I pulled out my phone from my purse but there was no signal, and the same for her phone as she pulled hers out."Shit! Last time this happened I was stuck in here for a few hours 'til. God, I probably sounded like a slut…..but it felt better and better the harder we went at it!! I could even hear my pussy making squishy wet sounds every time Tyler slid in and out of me…..I was so wet and horny! Tyler had his hands between us and he was pinching and pulling on both of my hard nipples as he continued kissing me and pounding his dick deep inside of me. Then he started talking dirty to me…….and I loved it!! “You are such a good fuck……god, your pussy is tight…..oh yeah baby….”. Only he was not there and there was a note, in the kitchen, saying that I needed to call my mother as soon as possible.Calling her with some trepidation I discovered my concern was warranted as Brodie had been hospitalized due to chest pains. By the time my mother told me where he had been taken I was already in my truck heading down the driveway.Entering the hospital as a visitor versus a patient gave the place a different feel. Walking the halls to Brodie's room was serious for me as I was.