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To girls everywhere who have made mistakes.

Forgive yourself.

Then let it go.

I cling to them because their flamboyant personalities mask my non-existent on

He was undeniably attractive, and that was even before I saw the python he was packing in his pants.

I wasn’t the best hugger in the world. Maybe it had something to do with the fact my parents weren’t the affectionate type so hugs weren’t a normal or welcomed occurrence to me.

The last thing I should be doing was staring at the nurse’s tits

“Please,” I added, letting a hint of my desperation show.

Rolling her eyes, she picked up the card, brushed off a few errant coffee grounds, and extended it toward me. “No skin off my ass.”

Yeah, not helping

Dammit. I knew a four-hour erection wasn’t normal.

I focused on thinking about anything that would tame this monster of a hard-on. The Chicago Bears, how much I hated hospitals —anything non-sexual. Nothing helped.

It was full-on throbbing