With great pleasure comes great responsibility
I am drawn to the troubled ones. They are my lost little angels. I don’t go looking for them. They find me. They find Leslie. They find us for the same reasons perfect strangers confess their sins to us — for the same reasons people just seem to know they can trust us.
Why us? I always ask the women we’re with some variation upon this question. The answer is always the same: Because I felt so comfortable around you.
Joy’s troubles were overwhelming. She needed sanity, not adventure. She needed therapy, not us. And so we let her go. She began the hard work of fixing herself. It isn’t fair that you have to fix yourself when someone else breaks you but this is how it goes.
This thing we do is light and fun and oh-so-hot but it also requires maturity. And though no one who knows me would ever accuse me of having lofty intentions when it comes to women, I cannot allow my pleasure to come at someone else’s expense.
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