You're pretty fucked up in the head. Not just over me. In general. You've been suffering at your own hands for so long (literally), that you've almost abandoned hope for relief. Fortuitously, your obsessive fantasizing has lead you here. Luck is fickle, though. And I've never needed much time or real estate to set the record straight. The sick part is that your dick still gets hard, no matter how clear I make things for you. You keep coming back to watch, knowing what you'll hear. Knowing you're not alone. Knowing that your ca$h will keep flowing to me. I'll have you straightened out in no time.