Sometimes she’d end the session by giving me a hug—always friendly, not sexual. The next session she’d chide me about my behavior, about my formality, about the way I’d stiffen up when she hugged me. And ‘stiffen’ refers to my body, not my cock, Ernest—I saw that look. You’d make a lousy poker player. We’re not yet at the lascivious part. I’ll cue you when we arrive.
