‘Spread wide for me,’ I whispered and put my hand under her skirt and played with her pussy as the cab proceeded uptown. As we entered her apartm...ent I put my arms around her and we embraced. She broke the clinch after a few minutes. ‘Let me have your jacket, Richard,’ she said. ‘Let’s get comfortable and I’ll put out some brandy. Sit on the couch and relax.’ She hung up my jacket and turned up some soft music on the hi-fi set in the corner. Then she came out with two brandies, set them down. And it was quickly obvious that Patricia wasn’t going to take any excuse short of her being ill.“It’s taken me almost six months to pry you out of this apartment and there’s no way I’m going to let you slip back into that pattern of spending Friday nights camped out in front of the television set eating junk food,” Patricia said. “If I can’t convince you to go out and meet someone, then I’m going to make sure you at least go out.”Claire wanted to say that she liked television and junk food but. " But... but why... ?" See, Tonya," he explained, patiently, "The intensive therapy requires that the patient be reduced to a state of pure helplessness and then built back up, so to speak; the idea is to 'start from the ground floor', if that makes any sense." But... it hurts... hurts so bad...", she said, still sobbing."I'm sorry for that, Tonya," he replied, a tone of genuine sorrow in his voice, "But it has to happen that way; if we did this at a regular pace, it would take months, or even. “So did you.”“But it’s Wear What You Want morning. I thought you wanted to wear your boxers,” I whined.I liked having him walking around in his boxers. It was nice.“Can I use your computer? I have to print a thing for school.”Dan waved me at his computer. I sat and wiggled the mouse to make the computer wake up.“I thought you wanted to wear your pj’s all morning,” he said.“Nah! I hadn’t gotten around to having a shower and getting dressed, that’s all,” I said. “Things kept getting in the way of.