"Um, yes they have ... sort of." What do you mean, Jenna? Tell me what's been happening." I ... when I ... after we talked last time, I felt really go...d ... like I had some idea how to handle it. Talking to you really helped." Good. I'm glad to hear that. Go on..." Well, I had just left Ryan at home for a bit. And I was driving around thinking about what you said, about explaining things to him ... telling him how his behaviors made me feel." The counselor gave the appropriate verbal cues to. Your girlfriend will be lucky to have you. You have an average size dick. But to know how to use it and you didn’t care about her sexual affair, don’t you?”Me: Yes. I just only want her love, apart from that, I don’t care. But there is no girl like that in this world.Susan: Maybe or maybe not. Think about me. We were friends for a year, did you know I am like this?Me: No.Susan: Then? A girl won’t show easily until they were free and comfortable to tell. You will find one soon. Don’t. My legs and arms were pulled out to the four corners of the table and Betty and Jack were putting straps around my wrists and ankles and over my body so I would not be able to get off the table, even if the drugs ran out in the IV. They changed the IV said good night, tuned out the lights and left me in the dark.DAY 7I must have nodded off as when I opened my eyes I could see the sun was flooding into the room and then I realised that it was not a horrible dream I was having, I would not be. She took my breath away; I regressed back to the shy nerdy 12-year-old boy; when Marilyn Fiske, asked me to the senior prom. She did it on a dare, and I hemmed and hawed, and damn near pissed my pants when she asked me. I just stood there with my mouth opening and closing making like a fish out of water. I remember I stammered out, "Yo ... you want mmmmme to goooo to ... the da ... da ... dancccce wit ... with you?" No Poindexter, we wanted to see if I asked you, if you pissed your pants. I.