You sat across from me and never looked my direction, not once. It was as if I no longer existed in your world. A whole week went by and not one bit o... effort on your part to get even. Oh well, sore loser. Saturday morning came too early again and I rolled out of bed for my second consecutive Saturday to work. I barely took the time to shower before I boarded the empty car as the sun broke the horizon. I gave very little thought to seeing you since you had started the cold shoulder treatment. I. That's an old pool trick of mine. I just can't resist it. It's a bit like taking any chance you can get for a glimpse up a woman's skirt; like when she's on an escalator or something.Quite by accident (true!), from time to time we'd brush into each other when we were resting at the end of the pool. One morning I'd been following Doreen and, feeling rather more randy than usual, I'd got a bit of a hard on. Doreen brushed into me as she finished swimming a length and her hand landed straight on. And I was ready to experience some hot meat inside my love tunnel. He made me lie on my back. I made him wear the durex condom and guided his long bone on the opening of my love shack. He lifted my legs and in a single stroke pushed his cock inside. “aaaaaaah.” I started beating him. It was very painful. My whole body wanted to fight against this monster.He held on to my shoulders and started kissing me. His smooch did not stop. His cock started pushing deeper. It was warm. He caressed my ass. Conseil had said. She thought back to her gymnastics training sessions that she had been doing every day and how she was committed to doing whatever was necessary to keep her on the team. She couldn’t back out now, there wasn’t enough time to find another therapist; as if that would even help her. Dr. Conseil was right, this was the only kind of therapy that seemed to work, and the doctor himself seemed to know what he was talking about. He was confident that this ‘mental adjustment’ would.