Lucas
The only person on my mind was probably in her room sleeping while I was imagining her to get my dick up. I ended up paying her to stay the night, alone. While I spent another night staying awake.
By the end of the week, I was miserable. Tired but not able to rest. Sleeping pills were the next step but that would mean visiting the therapist.
Therapy was one hell of a career because It felt good to be paid to listen to people's shit. Ask Dr. Thompson, she knows. All I wanted was a little help to sleep but instead, I was asked to spill my guts.
According to her, something happened to mess with my recovery and she felt that I was lying when I said nothing happened. She never outrightly called me a liar but her expression said so.
"I would take your word for it, Lucas. Remember that the session is to help you. You mentioned an old friend the last time you were here. How are things between you two? "
