She texted ne and ordered me to come over right away. I was happy to find out that patch went back to another school which was a few blocks from mine. Xnxx A friend of mine, let’s call her patch, kept telling me that a therapist who was that hard on a person was doing their job wrong and that I should stop seeing him. We’re all chunky, but under that bit’o’flab is pure muscle. I haven’t been treated like that in over a year. I had always been attracted to “broken people”, but patch never viewed it as broken. I was confused as all hell, but it just…well, it felt GOOD to be cuddled. I was forgetting long spans of time, getting into arguments, blacking out and then later learning I was just in an angry rage. “hey…um…I’m just curious…but um…how big is your…thing?”
“my thing?” I asked back, confused. We talked about my issue for about an hour after that. It took one really serious event to kick me in the ass and snap me out of that funk. Anyway, on with this story… “yeah, your thing, you dolt!” She yelled back playfully.
