“Business is business, I don’t want our friendship ruined” she says.
Yes you guessed it, I don’t get freebies.
Some time ago my dad said “Son, it’s time”…
We got in the car and drove off. I didn’t ask where we were going, he was determined and I was nervous and exited at the same time. When I walked in, the soft music, sandalwood scent and dim lighting took over me.
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. He made the proper introductions and left me there… “I’ll be back in an hour” he said. She sat on the silk covered sofa and grabbed one of the feather pillows.
That hour was the beginning of my end, I discovered a world of awesomeness and chills.
The addiction to her services was instant and is something I am not sure I want to give up. I’ve become addicted to the satisfaction, the relief, the feeling of great. I’ve become addicted to something I never thought I would pay for.
This addiction is killing my wallet. I often find myself debating over buying food or visiting her. I’ve lost a lot of weight.
My name is Pascal and this is how I started therapy.
Admitting that you have a problem is the first step in overcoming that problem.