I woke up on this beautiful morning and remembered that the D-Day was here. I was finally going to take this big step. I have been quite ashamed for a while since it always felt like I was the only one who hadn’t done it. I took a short hot shower as. I wanted to get this out of the way. I was quite nervous, but at the same time happy that this was going to be a forgotten thing very shortly.
I walked briskly over to my destination. On arrival, I sat down waiting for a few minutes. This added to then tension but. I was still looking forward to it all been over and done with that I didn’t realise time was gone. A while after, I looked up and realised I’d been waiting for 30 minutes. Shortly, he walked into the door. The door almost didn’t accommodate him as he was very tall, handsome and smartly dressed.
He asked if I needed anything and rightly informed him I was ok. He then asked if I was ready to go to the room. Once again I replied yes but this time it was a quiet, shaky reply. We made way for the room. On arrival he once again asked if I needed anything and again I refused. Then action begins.
Trying to be nice and polite, asked me to lie down and asked how if I wanted it quick and painful or nice, slow and steady. Obviously, I asked for the latter. The he said it would be much better if I saw the equipments 4 just in case I started getting nervous about what was it was that was going in. He even had a cheesy name for each obviously I’m not going to give you the names just so you don’t get excited if you ever visit or know who I’m referring to.
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