My breathing became shallow and quick, which in turn made the dizziness worse. ‘Please,’ I begged Ben ‘I can’t do this. I want to go home.’ ...He took my hand and tried to calm me down by telling me stories about his and Jerry’s childhood adventures, at least all of the ones ending up at the hospital. My eyes were nervously circling the borders of a large painting on the wall, my ears were listening intently to Ben’s whispered words and the rest of my body was shaking from the effort of sitting. Why are you playing this game?’ ‘What game?’ ‘You invite me here and then allow this to happen. Why?’ She moved towards him and they stood close, without embrace. Franco was pulled in by her insatiable attraction, leaning in to kiss her. She opened her lips and he sucked upon her tongue until their kiss grew passionate. His hand found the split in her dress, which ran along her smooth thigh, and April grasped his wrist before he reached her hip, parting the kiss quickly. ‘No. Not yet.’ ‘What do. Whatcould she do?Of course, I was wrong. It started at lunchtime. I had just finished aCaesar salad and started to leave the cafeteria when one of Rhonda's toadiesshocked me with a prod. Then another one of her little bitches started.All I had to do was throw up. I tried to fight them off but they wouldn'tstop and finally I gave up. I stuck a finger down my throat and forcedmyself to heave. They gave me some water and then a cigarette. I sighedand lit up, so much for kicking the habit. After. I had read on the Internet about "open-minded" therapists who would massage a client that was completely in the nude. However, I had never had the courage to ask a therapist to do so, for fear she would freak out and think I was a pervert.All of my sexual activities at this massage parlor had been conducted by myself; I had never even seriously considered asking a therapist for a "helping hand." (The signs all over the place saying that "sessions will be terminated immediately if a client acts.