I knew then as solidly as I do today that the public apology I am entitled to will one day be manifest. [...] Large movements happening behind the scenes.
I don't even know if there's even one of me anymore at this point. It's truly absurd. The lengths that some people will go to prevent any necessity of admitting that they were wrong without having to resort to fellatio seems wildly misplaced and thoroughly hammed up, but given that I don't like sucking cock at all either, it is difficult to imagine crafting any complaint.
Although I suppose I don't actually know if I would dislike it, honestly. I guess it always seemed an implicit fact, but I feel like if I can't just convince a man with rational discourse to follow instruction, resorting to bribery seems like cheating. Hey, is offering sex for some task performed even called "bribery"? I feel like there is probably another name for it, but it's never come up to me until now. I guess I could ask around on my way out of the doctor's office, this is a perfect time for "asking for a friend."
None of my friends happen to be whores right now, but I don't mind fudging the truth a little bit today. Since apparently that's totally allowed! I'll be honest, I am newer to the world of transactional sex than many of you would ever have guessed, and this gap in my knowledge is an aspect to my character that I am particularly proud of, for now.
