Chapter 5: Readjusting
Over and over, I've been telling my story, living through my ignominious experiences as an oversized sicko's 'little houseboy' again and again, to find some carthatic exit from this traumatic nightmare, with my future ex-boyfriend as my patient therapist, listening ever so sympathetically, allowing me to cry gallons of tears into his ever so broad chest, keeping me sheltered and fondled by his ever so big hand. Oh my, this hand, a mammoth paw covering more than half of my body, the intimidating, abiding reminder of what went terribly wrong in the course of our relationship.
Over and over, I've been telling my story, living through my ignominious experiences as an oversized sicko's 'little houseboy' again and again, to find some carthatic exit from this traumatic nightmare, with my future ex-boyfriend as my patient therapist, listening ever so sympathetically, allowing me to cry gallons of tears into his ever so broad chest, keeping me sheltered and fondled by his ever so big hand. Oh my, this hand, a mammoth paw covering more than half of my body, the intimidating, abiding reminder of what went terribly wrong in the course of our relationship.