I have a proposition for you,” said Owen Cord.“A proposition. You see my burns Mister Cord. You’re a good looking guy, and you want to propositi...on someone who looks like me. What’s the matter you afraid no normal woman would want you or something. Or are you some kind of pervert, Mister Cord?”“Huh? What? No, no, no, no,” he said. “Nothing like that, and no it’s not for me. I’m married, happily married. No it’s for a friend. He’s in tough like you. He got his injuries in the war though. He’s a. Some variants of these rumors mention previously non-verbal patients conversing with him so clearly that anyone listening wouldn’t know they were classified non-verbal. The one that I discounted describes how the most touch-averse patients seek not only to be held by him but to find a way to have as much skin to skin contact between their body and his. I’ve been Autistic all my life, and it was never diagnosed until I was doing my internship in mental health. I’ve analyzed all those rumors. I. " But they're all just kids. They don't know anything."You're just a kid yourself. "So teach them. Make it an educational experience." She giggled at that. "Pick a guy that you're friends with and train him. Try it with Don. If he won't listen, then he's not for you. Train two or three so you have a little variety but don't make it a cruel game with rewards and punishments. Don't play them off against one another. Maybe it'll turn into something more with one of them but even if it doesn't at. We had begun to probe into how much we like traps and crossdressers and he was of course thrilled when I told him how I enjoyed dressing in all sorts of outfits. He expressed how much he loved a big white ass in panties and we laughed.The topic eventually got on to if we wanted to meet up sometime. It happened to be perfect timing for my my birthday was comig up the next weekend, and if he wanted to meet me at a club to celebrate, meet, and party. Although I was just turning 18 he suggested we.