.I want to make sure I use the right words...well, maybe not the right words, but words even you can understand. Not that you're not smart! I know you...are, but it's just so easy for me find myself talking way over your head without realizing it. That happens to people like me all the time. I'll try to keep this simple for you. I know that you have very serious clinical anxiety about having such a tiny dick and never being able to sexually pleasure any woman in your life...ever. Don't take it. I put on my black fur and taking my courage in both hands walked outpast the receptionist and off to find somewhere to eat. I drove aroundtown for a short while until I found an acceptable Chinese restaurant.Well, in for a penny in for a pound.. I walked into the brightly litfoyer and was greeted by a charming young girl in a cheongsam whosmilingly escorted over to a table laid out for six. It was very quietin the main restaurant just two tables were occupied, one with a partyof eight of what. Oh Captain, my Captain…” I chuckled and helped her settle lengthwise on the bed before lying next to her.She kissed me and smiled, “I love your perfume. You need to wear it every day.”“Aye, milady.”“Just no fedoras.” We laughed and she cuddled up sweetly in my arms. “Why hadn’t you ever done that to me before?”“I’m done with women who receive and don’t give. They never did give.”I looked at her unblinkingly and let my eyes ask the question, and she paused for a second and replied, “I only do. "The hospital." Yes," he said, "there." His voice was gentle, but it seemed to resonate within her chest; he sounded like Darth Vader. "Danielle, my beloved, what on earth were you thinking?" Thinking?" To do that. To hurt yourself like that. To give up." He seized her wrist, turning it face up. The cut was angry red, as if she had only slashed it open just this instant. "To do this."She felt the cut itching, but she didn't pull her arm away. His touch was comforting."I don't know," she said..