Brody
I got laid and rejected, all within twenty-four hours.
And was propositioned by my therapist.
“I thought that was against your code of ethics or something.”
She smiled coyly, c*****g her head to the side and fluttering those eyelashes at me. I fought against rolling my eyes. It wasn’t the best come-on I’d witnessed. It wasn’t the worst, but it was among them.
She was stroking the horse’s lead rope as if she were wishing it was my c**k, or maybe she thought it looked seductive. It didn’t.
“I’m not really a therapist. I studied counseling, got into graduate school, and then took a job at a horse ranch. I never finished my degree, but my boss hired me because of work experience. Said my internship was enough. They just can’t bill you like a normal client. So voilà. I’m not tied do
