…yes SHE does and the worst part is that I don’t get freebies “Business is business and I don’t want our friendship to get in the middle of it” she says…
Some time ago my father said: “Son, I think it’s time”… He took me to this place, with soft music, neat arm chairs, silk sofas, soft pillows, dim lighting and sandalwood scent.
Out of the dark she came, a slender athletic silhouette, long black hair, dark eyes, soft voice. I was so nervous that my voice broke when I said hello. My father made the proper introductions and left me there… “I’ll be back in an hour” he said. That hour was the beginning of my end, I discovered a world of awesomeness, power and chills.
The addiction to her services is something I am not sure I want to give up, I’ve become addicted to the satisfaction, the relief, the overall feeling of GREAT. I’ve become addicted to something I always thought I would never pay for.
I have a problem, an addiction that is killing my wallet, it’s making me lose weight, I rather go to her for an hour of relief than to buy food.
Hi, my name is Andre, I am addicted to her and she charges by the hour.
Admitting that you have a problem is the first step in overcoming that problem, I hope this helps, because my therapist’s hourly rate is killing me softly.