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Bahamas, she had never gone back to Pinnacle and had immediately enrolled in Brown Mackie College. When she thought about what she wanted to do for a living, the answer now came to her easily; she wanted to be a physical therapist. Specifically she wanted to work with disabled children. Brown Mackie offered a fast paced program in which she could become a Rehabilitation Assistant in a short time.
She enrolled to the winter semester and once the decision had been made she had to work fast in order to minimize the number of missed classes. Mama gladly gave her the college fund and she used it to move into a place near her campus. Within two weeks of returning home, she was settled into a new home enrolled in school…and that had been the easy part.
College made partying and drinking much too easy. And there was no shortage of gorgeous men that found her equally as interesting. Robin thought that you could wipe out old dick with new dick. But she soon found that this was not true. In fact, she discovered that being groped by random guys was a big turn off. Despite her best efforts to fuck away her pain, she discovered that every time she got naked and felt a man’s hands and lips on her body it disgusted her. A mouth became something that was filled with spit, bad breath and questionable teeth. Dicks were blood engorged, mucus dripping instruments of destruction. She couldn’t stand to have a man’s sweaty balls near her or feel their clutching hands grasping at her body parts. Sometimes it made her physically ill and she had to jump up and be sick. Shawn’s was the last dick that Robin had experienced.
Anymore, sex was frequent masturbation to computer porn. Sometimes when an unwanted memory of freckled skin and a huge cock came to mind the resulting orgasm would be quick and powerful. But only during masturbation would she allow herself to entertain scant memories such as those. She never thought about ‘him’, not even his name. Robin was successful in burying her past and shielding her soft underbelly with a hardened shell that didn’t allow for close personal relationships—even from a random sex partner, especially from a random sex partner.
Robin no longer thought of her life in terms of happiness or sadness. But she found ways to get through. Drinking would only eat a hole through her stomach…but marijuana wouldn’t and neither would her favorite drug; music. But her chest still felt like there was a black hole in it. And one day, feeling nostalgic, Robin opened up Miss Lucille’s jewelry box. There were some memories that didn’t hurt and Miss Lucille was one of them. It seemed that everything was so mixed up now that she had no even footing on her life. She missed her Mama. She and Mr. Benali had really hit it off and upon returning to Cincinnati their relationship had continued long distance. But before too long Mr. Benali invited her to Atlanta and she had accepted his invitation, closed her business and relocated.
Robin ran her fingers over the jewelry, having a strange sense that the pretty baubles had been sitting there for a long time—waiting for the perfect time to be worn. What a shame that people took for granted what was right before their eyes. She slowly picked up the card that she had tucked away within the treasures. It was Bently Babb’s business card. She had been thinking about something for a long time and as she stared at Bentley’s number Robin allowed the thought to take root; and that idea was that she would die if she continued living as she was; she would either die because of her ulcer or at the hands of some random man that she’d rejected. She dialed the number before she could think of an excuse not to.
“Dr…Um, Bently. This is Robin.”
“Robin, so good to hear from you. How are you?”
For some reason, his kind words brought tears to her eyes. “Um…Can you help me?” And then she had broken
She enrolled to the winter semester and once the decision had been made she had to work fast in order to minimize the number of missed classes. Mama gladly gave her the college fund and she used it to move into a place near her campus. Within two weeks of returning home, she was settled into a new home enrolled in school…and that had been the easy part.
College made partying and drinking much too easy. And there was no shortage of gorgeous men that found her equally as interesting. Robin thought that you could wipe out old dick with new dick. But she soon found that this was not true. In fact, she discovered that being groped by random guys was a big turn off. Despite her best efforts to fuck away her pain, she discovered that every time she got naked and felt a man’s hands and lips on her body it disgusted her. A mouth became something that was filled with spit, bad breath and questionable teeth. Dicks were blood engorged, mucus dripping instruments of destruction. She couldn’t stand to have a man’s sweaty balls near her or feel their clutching hands grasping at her body parts. Sometimes it made her physically ill and she had to jump up and be sick. Shawn’s was the last dick that Robin had experienced.
Anymore, sex was frequent masturbation to computer porn. Sometimes when an unwanted memory of freckled skin and a huge cock came to mind the resulting orgasm would be quick and powerful. But only during masturbation would she allow herself to entertain scant memories such as those. She never thought about ‘him’, not even his name. Robin was successful in burying her past and shielding her soft underbelly with a hardened shell that didn’t allow for close personal relationships—even from a random sex partner, especially from a random sex partner.
Robin no longer thought of her life in terms of happiness or sadness. But she found ways to get through. Drinking would only eat a hole through her stomach…but marijuana wouldn’t and neither would her favorite drug; music. But her chest still felt like there was a black hole in it. And one day, feeling nostalgic, Robin opened up Miss Lucille’s jewelry box. There were some memories that didn’t hurt and Miss Lucille was one of them. It seemed that everything was so mixed up now that she had no even footing on her life. She missed her Mama. She and Mr. Benali had really hit it off and upon returning to Cincinnati their relationship had continued long distance. But before too long Mr. Benali invited her to Atlanta and she had accepted his invitation, closed her business and relocated.
Robin ran her fingers over the jewelry, having a strange sense that the pretty baubles had been sitting there for a long time—waiting for the perfect time to be worn. What a shame that people took for granted what was right before their eyes. She slowly picked up the card that she had tucked away within the treasures. It was Bently Babb’s business card. She had been thinking about something for a long time and as she stared at Bentley’s number Robin allowed the thought to take root; and that idea was that she would die if she continued living as she was; she would either die because of her ulcer or at the hands of some random man that she’d rejected. She dialed the number before she could think of an excuse not to.
“Dr…Um, Bently. This is Robin.”
“Robin, so good to hear from you. How are you?”
For some reason, his kind words brought tears to her eyes. “Um…Can you help me?” And then she had broken
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