Later, when they finally met, he found that the pictureswere 10 years old and definitely did not match her current looks. In thosemissing 10 years, sh...e had let herself go and thought he wouldn't mind. Well,the new look didn't bother him nearly as much as the dishonesty did. A trueD/s relationship is based on trust and communication. Needless to say, he wasnot willing to begin a relationship based on dishonesty. So he went lookingagain and found the profile of a woman that truly excited him. Her. So – are you sure you don’t need professional help?”I exhaled slowly and tried to stop trembling. Everything she’d said was true, though I wasn’t prepared to treat her final question as rhetorical.“Thanks for that, Jen. Any good news?”She grinned again.“Yep. Nils and Sergio got your samples to a reliable clinic and the results are back. You’re clean. No STDs. Ditto for Katrina. So your health problems are exclusively emotional and psychological, not physical.”I hadn’t even thought about STDs.. 'You're different', he countered, 'way too intelligent and beautiful', he continued and flustered, implying the girl he brought home that night was overweight, ugly and desperate.I laughed at his compliment to me, then asked him if he would mind if I shared the room for sex, 'What would you think of me then', I asked him?'Wish it was me between your legs', he replied, his voice choking as he admitted he would love to fuck me too.'Nothing wrong with wishing then', I said, touching his thigh as I. ..well hardly a monument. Tell me Teddy, is only your prick very small, or are your nuts tiny too?" "My nuts are tiny too..." he burbled, starting to cry heavily now. "How pathetic. A nice healthy strapping handsome sixteen year old boy with the prick and nuts of a three year old. Are you queer Teddy?" He had been staring at the floor, but now he looked up. 'Huh?" he asked. "Are you queer? re you a faggot?" He shook his handsome head. 'No..no Sir...what makes.