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Post by Typhoid on Dec 13, 2009 23:30:07 GMT -5
"We have a belt, but...I don't know." Ty was genuinely at a loss. "Every time I try something, he just...clams up, I guess."
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Post by Everyone Else on Dec 13, 2009 23:33:00 GMT -5
::That fed Derek's "latent homosexuality" theory, but they had already laid that to rest for this conversation. So he took this as an emotionally-confused and inexperienced heterosexual male situation and went from there.:: "Tell him you want to try it, and explain that the whole purpose is that he doesn't need to touch you. He just has to talk and let you stew."
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Post by Typhoid on Dec 13, 2009 23:38:08 GMT -5
She sat with her chin in her hand for a moment, actually thinking on that. "It might work. I don't know how far he'd let it go, but it might work."
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Post by Everyone Else on Dec 13, 2009 23:43:23 GMT -5
"It's worth a shot," ::Derek told her, because he saw no reason not to make the attempt, having had to already go through two years of it. He lowered his voice, because he wasn't so drunk as to want to call attention to them, although he was drunk enough to say this in public and believe it was worthy of conversation.:: Another idea is masturbation for his audience. There's very little sexier than seeing your girlfriend on the brink."
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Post by Typhoid on Dec 14, 2009 20:08:16 GMT -5
"OH my God," she said, a little more loudly then normal. "Um...not sure he'd go there. Not that I wouldn't like to do it, it's just..." She shook her head.
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Post by Everyone Else on Dec 14, 2009 21:47:51 GMT -5
"He doesn't want to watch," ::Derek supplied, with a sad shake of his head.::
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Post by Typhoid on Dec 14, 2009 21:50:26 GMT -5
"Not...exactly." She took a bite of cheese fries, trying to form an explanation through a muddled head. "He's sort of...all or nothing. He's afraid it'll go to far and then...I don't know. He hate himself more, maybe?"
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Post by Everyone Else on Dec 14, 2009 21:55:25 GMT -5
"Hate himself more," ::Derek repeated, and then shook his head again. That aspect was difficult for him to wrap his mind around; relationships had always been fun for him.::
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Post by Typhoid on Dec 14, 2009 21:59:09 GMT -5
"What? I told you, he's damaged. We both are." She took another drink.
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Post by Everyone Else on Dec 14, 2009 22:00:29 GMT -5
"I get that," ::Derek said, and sipped from his beer.:: "I'm also drinking and it's nothing I'm used to, so if I repeat it, it is only me trying to understand."
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Post by Typhoid on Dec 14, 2009 22:04:00 GMT -5
"Fine." She nodded. "He might be damaged, but there are things I wouldn't give up, ever."
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Post by Everyone Else on Dec 14, 2009 22:05:34 GMT -5
::That Derek was more capable of comprehending; it was what relationships were about, after all.:: "After two years, I'd hope so."
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Post by Typhoid on Dec 14, 2009 22:09:41 GMT -5
She shrugged a little. "Maybe I'll try that stuff. After all, it can't go any worse then some of the other stuff I've tried."
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Post by Everyone Else on Dec 14, 2009 22:10:39 GMT -5
"Good plan," ::Derek said, toasting the suggestion, or rather his own suggestions, with his beer glass.::
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Post by Typhoid on Dec 14, 2009 22:15:13 GMT -5
She returned the toast and took a long draw. "What about you? I haven't talked to anyone into the scene in...years."
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