there long after dinner, and you've spent countless nights alone, unsure what to do with yourself. You have needs, deep needs that need to be satiated, but when Paul arrives home late, showers and then eats the leftovers sitting in the oven, he says he's too tired and passes out before you even have a chance to show him your new set of Victoria's Secret lingerie.
You appreciate how much work he puts in to give you the home and life you've always wanted. But your work at the local jail, providing counselling and psychological help to violent offenders, has you feeling jaded and conflicted. You don't have a release. You need someone to talk to. The stories you hear every day, the rough, toned men speaking about the bad things they've doneyou need an outlet.