My sister's an econut. So I go straight from the old aged home to Susan. We have sex. Afterwards I feel horrible. Empty. Where've you been, asks my wife, when I get home. I make up some story about needing some air so I stopped to walk around Centennial Park. At home there are piles of dishes. The boys need to tidy up their room. Its an impenetrable mess. And so is the rest of the unit.
Doctor we're concerned about our sons reading.
Well Mr and Mrs Levy, there's a lot that can be done these days,No no we're not concerned about his letter recognition
Dyslexia? Don't worry, we've made considerable advances since the 1970s. There's great new techniques....some of our business leaders were dyslexic and I have a colleague who
You don't understand doctor, that's not the problem.
Oh, then what's...
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She was sitting, studying, and he kept on walking round and round the shelves nearby so that he could stare at her. After a while she noticed him, and when he pretended he was gazing at the contents of a shelf, he was aware that she was looking at him, not without interest. She was thin, but with a very full bust. Her face was only moderately attractive, but her body reawakened all the reservoirs of his lust, and he kept on looking, the reaction her form evoked from him hijacking his entire being and eclipsing all other matters. From then on, as always happened when a cycle of infatuation began, he noticed her everywhere. They would pass in the corridor, he saw her chatting in the cafetaria, or bumped into her in the law building. It was not that he stopped noticing other girls, but there was a silent communion established with her, an inarticulate tension which made him need to clamp down on something inside him when he felt her presence.