A rehab story, according to my friend
So my friend was in rehab a few years back. One of the techs was acting really inappropriately. He asked for her number, which you might be surprised she gave him. But first, once after the group walked through a hallway in a stairwell he held her back and asked her to fellate him. She thought he was probably completely serious but did nothing. She knew only his first name, as was protocol. He rifled through the pictures on her iPhone when she asked to use it. He showed her a picture of his girlfriend on his. According to her he was tall, with shaved head, and he was buff. Exceptionally so. He mouthed the words ‘I like your shape’. What? I like your shape. His attraction for her was likely intensified by the inherent risk. He talked about installing mirrors in his home gym. The house, he said, his father bought for him. She didn’t smoke, and he asked her to sit by him when the group went out for smokes. The other guys told her she was a good conversationalist. He asked her how much she paid for her hair products and then asked for her number on the low. When she returned home her phone rang with “blocked number†only, and in a weird, perhaps cruel twist of fate she would not answer in time. The End. *