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Pain
Taboo Scenarios
And that's just a fraction of what's there.
I wouldn't think twice about discussing this if I were in a sexual relationship with Barrett, but since he is currently just my boss, it's a different story.
Filling out this sheet and discussing it with him? Absolutely out of the question. I can’t do it. And I won’t do it.
“Sorry, Glenda,” Barrett apologizes after glancing over at me. “I’m not sure this exercise is going to work for us. I forgot to mention that my wife, who suffers from recurrent amnesia, often struggles to recall memories.”
“Oh, no! What caused it?” Glenda's hand instinctively goes to her heart in a show of sympathy.
“No idea… It just randomly started one day. She’s a medical anomaly. No one can figure out the cause.”
“That must be difficultfor you all.”
“Actually, he made this video sharing all the details about our relationship—how we met, how we fell in love, and what our life is like now,” I rattle off the plot of a movie I watched a few years ago, hoping she won’t pick up on it. “He plays it for me every morning to help jog my memory.”
“That’s very sweet of you, Barrett.” Glenda gives him a kind smile. “The two of you are certainly the most… peculiar couple I’ve met so far, but the love between you all is present. I can see it in both of your eyes.”
That would be such a sweet compliment if we were actually in love.
Neither of us says anything in response, and the silence hangs heavy in the air. Instead, we sit there awkwardly, fidgeting in our seats and avoiding eye contact.
Glenda retrieves her phone from the depths of the couch cushion, then taps and swipes on the screen. Her gaze pierces through us as she presses a button, and a deafening default alarm tone erupts from her phone a moment later. “Would you look at that? Looks like our time’s up already.”
The two of us rise to our feet, and Glenda's hands dart forward to snatch our sheets away.
We say our goodbyes, and as we’re halfway out the door, she stops us and tells us to wait a moment before leaving. When she returns, she's holding two books tightly in her hands and extends one to each of us. “Consider these a gift. They say word of mouth is the best form of marketing. If you enjoy it, please spread the word.”
Oh, we’ll definitely be talking about it,I think to myself.
The book is roughly two inches thick, and the cover instantly transports you back to the early 2000s. It seemsSex Ass Backwardswas another self-crafted project with a clipart photo of a man turned around, with his pants sagging and his butt crack exposed. Positioned next to him is a significantly larger image of a woman’s head, and she’s wearing a shocked expression with a hand covering her mouth. To tie it all together, she used Comic Sans as the font and made each letter on the cover stand out with its own distinct color.
“This is just… wow,” I say because it really is just that. “Thank you. That’s so generous.”
“Can’t wait to read it,” Barrett chimes in, his fake smile plastered across his face. “I’m sure we’ll be talking about it for years to come.”
I have to actively stifle a laugh, feeling the urge bubbling up inside me.
We exchange waves and another round of goodbyes, and as we’re walking away, I hear the faint sound of Glenda whispering, “Twenty-two copies in circulation now. I can’t believe it.”
EIGHTEEN
BARRETT
Session Two: Fooling Around with Foreplay
“Good afternoon,everyone. I’m Charlene McDaniels.”
“And I’m Buster McDaniels.” His face radiates pride as he stands beside his wife.
“Today, we will be your hosts for a session called ‘Fooling Around with Foreplay.’”
The room buzzes with hushed whispers. Today we’re in one of the resort’s meeting rooms, and nearly every chair here is filled.
“Before we get started, I’d like to remind everyone of one important detail,” Charlene starts. “As we have our discussion today, I want to remind everyone that every answer is a good answer.”
