It's the logical next step for you."He still chortled. "And it's just a total coincidence that you were hinting about this totally spontaneous anal se... idea five minutes ago? Isn't there a rule against psychologists sleeping with their patients 'cos it warps their judgment?" True, but as you may have noticed, I'm not exactly your ordinary counselor. I use sex as a learning tool. It doesn't have to be anal sex, but not only am I feeling up for a little butt fun, but I think it would actually be. The course was supposed to be for ages 14-18, but they made an exception for me because I was fully grown. Most of the people on the course were around 16, including 'Andi', a fit girl who you would describe as 'Handsome' rather than 'Pretty'. Imagine the lead female character in the Harry Potter movies, aged 16, and you get the picture.If I even had a preferred type, at 13, Andi wasn't it, and I didn't particularly notice her, before the day of the "Behind Enemy Lines" exercise. You know. ‘Oh my God! s/he squealed walking up to me. ‘You’re adorable!’ But then with a wink s/he got in my face. ‘For a chemo patient! That old wig looks like something people would get to hide the fact that all their hair had all fallen out! And as for these clothes, they look like some frumpy shit you stole from your mom’s! Admit it! I know your type’ Gigi was making hir way down a hallway. ‘I think it’s time you saw the real Gigi. I need to show you how hot you can look, Miss Lori Ann.’ In what. Was I any good? No but it was fun training with good looking guys. We usually ran wearing short shorts, very light material, socks, and running shoes. We trained mostly in the early mornings around 5am and afternoons around 4pm. We ran 5-7 times a week a few hours each session. We ran all over town and we're seen by everyone running in pacts. I usually was in the back of the pact, trailing a few blocks behind everyone else. On a few occasions, I was so far behind that the coaches and team were.