*Maria*
His eyes narrow is serious contemplation, and I can tell he's honestly letting my thoughts sink in as if they are important. Not simply humoring me for the sake of making a profit. Also he's thinking about it. Not analyzing me as if everything I've ever done up to this point tells the story of my fucked up childhood traumas. Ignorant Shrinks. I think they've got more problems then us patients. At least we take resposibilty for our wacked thought process. We do because we want to. Not because of some Freud possessed theory of how we were raised.
Come on! Give us some credit. I make myself who I am with the addictions. Not the other way around. The addictions do not make me who I am.
"Yeah but your not here cos your crazy. Your here because you need help, and although its not easy to admit that you do... when you do... then you can heal. Your lost. And everyone gets lost now and then. Its just we want to help you find the right path again....and to go back to the question the moneys not bad either." He replies with a kind expression that causes me to display a playful smile.
"Well, the jury is still out on weither I belong here or not, but I'll be sure to let you know when there's a verdict." I reply moxily before stepping closer. A little too close for comfort when reguarding a member of the clinical staff. Running my fingertip along his chest in a tantilizingly fashion I lick my eager lips seductively.
"Although I can pretty much guarantee you what ever I was charged with I'm more than likely...Guilty." My eyes dance moxily as my mind conjures up some very wicked thoughts that cameo the incredibly sexy security guard.
Shaking my head with a provocative giggle,
"Insane is simply just a state of mind." I whisper in his ear Much like the devil did to Eve when offering his tasty temptation. Leaning forward I allow my breasts to press firmly against his broad chest.
"Right and Wrong are merely two different players in the same game. Win or lose it doesn't matter. As long as you give the competition your best shot." I retort giving him my basic philosophy on life. My hand creeps up along his arms until it rests on his muscular shoulders. Damn , he smells good.
"Things are not always black and white." I inform him while letting my arms drop back to my sides, but never releashing our intense eye contact. The sexual tension between us is frustruating. I don't see how he can stand the heat without getting severly burned. My curious eyes wander dangerously over places they shouldn't.
"Sometimes things are left undefined in a gray area. That's where I live." I tilt my head slightly to the left and our eyes lock for a gaze that is entirely animalist and more primal then I'd care to admit.
"Let me know if you ever want to visit." I smirk and he knows exactly what I'm propositioning. Pointing to the set of handcuffs clipped to his waist I say softly so that only he can hear.
"And bring those." I give him a knowing smile before realizng that I'm 15 minutes late for my sex addicts anonyomous class. Oh well. I'm a junkie. So sue me, and at this particular point and time I'm looking to score.
