My Only Talent Ch. 20

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Her face was contorted with rage. However and whenever she had tangled with Arturia, it had not been pretty. We reached her car and I kissed her: her cheeks were still hot with anger. I watched her drive away, realizing that I had never seen her that angry before. The dining hall had long since closed, and I could not stand the idea of a fast food burger. I walked diagonally across campus to the all night hippy diner and had bacon, eggs, and pancakes, and still went to bed hungry. Grandma's brownies were all gone.

Tuesday was a catch up day: on food, water, and reading assignments. Finals would start in less a week. I looked for Nora at breakfast, but she was nowhere to be seen. I continued to check off my planned items for preparation for each final exam, and felt pretty good about my prospects. I got an email from Saskia about my test results: she said there were some 'anomalies' in my results and she wanted me to come back in Wednesday night at 6 for the heart ultrasound and stress test. The good news was that I would not need to be fasting; in fact she suggested I be fully fed and watered for the testing session. The bad news was that my weight, body fat, and basal metabolic rate numbers as she calculated them did not make sense, and she sent me a link for a food and exercise diary app for my phone that I was to keep up to date daily until the last final exam. This would give her better data from which to calculate my 'energy balance' and set my goals for the conditioning class.

Every minute from now until the last final exam seems to be booked, but I will do my part to keep my weekends booked too, to do my dating duty! Tomorrow I would run with Suzanne, who had laid out a schedule for me to get ready for the Marathon in Dallas. Holy Cow! That was this coming Sunday. Could I survive another one? What would they want to do to me after that? What did I want them to do?

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NursesNursesabout 1 year ago

When you get tunnel vision your brain is saying, "I am not getting enough fuel. I am about to shut down." I have been there twice. But I carry emergency Halloween sized candy bars. If you pass out it's too late.

FseriesFseriesover 2 years ago

It’s too bad the girls took advantage of him and essentially reypted him. Seems as though all the things he doesn’t ever want to do, he’s being forced to do. He should quit those two immediately.

Jackspeed2uJackspeed2uabout 3 years ago

The start is a bit rapey.

If I got a girl out of her mind incapacitated and unable to be aware of even the simplest surroundings, method doesn’t matter only the result does so drugs alcohol or separation from friends then verbal coercion, and then did what I knew they wouldn’t like sexually.... it’s just rape and with feminism and all being equal. Then rape for one is rape for the other.

Those girls both knew Robbie never wanted to be restrained and he had even told Suzanne directly.

MOST IMPORTANTLY ROBBIE WAS TOLD BY LARA’S DOC TO NEVER EVER EVER LET HIM SELF BE SEEN AS BELOW HER OR NOT IN 100% CONTROL. OH AND TO NEVER LET ANOTHER GUY TOUCH HER SINCE THAT WOULD CAUSE ALL RESPECT TO BE LOST.

So two big no no’s here. Bit of a plot mistake here.

Anyway back to the first page and I’ll just skip 90% of it till this bit is over.

Oh why pad the story with such intricate blow by blow descriptions of football games that never happened? It’s pointless. It adds nothing to the story at all except bullshit. You should learn to convey the excitement and the energy of the match and who won without a play by play waffle on about a game that way way way way more than most people don’t give a shit about or just hate.

Where do I get my numbers? The world is 51% female, so that’s a bad start. For every 1000 USA males that dislike the game at best 1 chick would like it. So maybe 30-40% of USA males watch or follow the game in a way that’s more than just noticing a score on the newspaper page. And now without newspapers forcing all news on a reader those incidental readers are lost.

So maybe 35% if your lucky total of USA citizens give a fuck. Then the UK, Australia, mainland Europe, Asia, Africa, South America.... they by and large don’t give two Mexican donkey show fucks, so don’t care. Shit for 2 years maybe one weird Australian TV channel played a game every week. Pointless and then it was gone. New teams every week? How the fuck does that create a folllwing? It doesn’t and it’s never been on TV since.

Tonyusmc3051Tonyusmc3051over 4 years ago
As a Master you lost me on page 3

I have read many stories and this weakness that I read from all ages sickens me. You start out with a strong positive man who has the opportunity to grow and turn him into a weak puppy that submits for some pussy! NO MASTER would EVER be chained, EVER!

AnonymousAnonymousover 8 years ago

Don't worry Hale1 Robbie learns Italian by changing chapter/girl.

Moralez18PT said it about submission.

Where exactly is the part that tells us that "Lara has evolved" so far that it changed her spots? Stop the rationalization it's ugly enough as it is.

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