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Here's the deal.

The only reason I agreed to see a therapist was because my parents were

cutting off my college funds.

Apparently, they didn't like the idea of their precious little girl being sent

off to live in a major city alone.

Maybe I should elaborate.

They didn't like the idea of me being alone in a city bursting at the seams

with willing and generous older men who would cut their...

own foot off to have a minute with me. I mean, sure, I have a taste for older

guys, but is it really my fault?

It's called daddy issues for a reason.

If my parents actually cared about me, wouldn't they have taken more care into

who they sent me to see?

I mean, just look at him.

Daddy, please.

A fact that was not lost on him.

Em.

Yes, Richard?

You know the irony of the situation is not locked on me.

I hope not.

You need to face your issues head on.

Who better to help you with that than me?

Do you want to know what my real issue is, Richard?

Yes, I would. What is that?

I think I just threw it in my pocket.

I can't believe we're doing this. It's okay, it's okay. Don't worry about that.

Everything will be just fine.

So big.

You like that? Yeah.

Open wide.

There we go.

Oh my gosh.

I'm barely fit.

I'm so big. It's going to be just fine.

Edge by edge.

There you go.

And don't swallow the last bit.

Here we go

You already are.

Try it again.

Let it go. Oh, fuck. It's okay.

Oh.

Oh, fuck.

Mm-hmm.

Raise your head and let me see.