Toby reloaded

Following the epic second night I spent in the arms of RX, I woke up stuporous, feeling slightly warm and strong palpitations were pounding my left lateral chest. Symptoms persisted so I decided to consult with a doctor. (Actually more like a bosom buddy who is a doctor, let’s call him Doctor X.) Doctor X took my medical history and performed a thorough physical examination. Then after a careful consideration of my presentation, he came to a disturbing conclusion. Diagnosis: Love Sickness. Holy @#%$! I grabbed Doctor X by the collar and demanded to be given the strongest available remedy. He handed me the prescription and I wasted no time and began the intensive regimen to rid myself of this most dreadful of afflictions.

First course of antibiotics, Amoxicillin: TOBY

Aaaahhh Toby! I could stare at his face and the world would stop spinning. His boyish charm never loses its appeal and his pleasant personality is a cherry on top a hot fudge sundae. I could already feel the drug coursing through my veins, ridding me of the infirmity RX has inflicted upon me.

We entered a restaurant around Timog Avenue, and glances started veering towards our direction. Suddenly, all the ‘discreetness’ of PLUs in that establishment was thrown to the wind and I can literally pick them out one by one from the crowd. A not-so-discreet couple across our table was staring at him intently while rapaciously gorging at the pecho that they ordered. They were so obvious that I could not help myself but laugh. As if filling their stomachs with food could satiate what they are really hungry for. I’m sorry ladies! Tonight you will eat chicken inasal, while I will be eating Toby! Hahaha!

He was still the mild-mannered boy who I have come to love and whose lack of pretentions have always made me feel at ease. But being the attention whore that I am, his incessant texting has made me feel less of a princess than I would have wanted to be treated as. However, I do understand his plight, other clients do seem to be born without the virtue of patience and would take offence if their inquiries were not met with a speedy reply. (Another date ruined by attention-grabbing whores! Hahaha!)

The massage still consisted of his signature two-step regimen. First the lotion lathered Swedish treatment, followed by the towel draped Shiatsu technique. Strokes now had more confidence and his motions smoother than our awkward first encounter. But just as I had feared, in tradition with this line of business, I could feel his sincerity slowly chaffing away.

My lips have yet to touch his. This self-imposed no kissing policy of his is increasingly frustrating. How I long to feel those red lips pressed against mine. But HJ and NP are improving; finally he is beginning to understand the concepts of pleasuring a man.

So 1 week into the business, the innocence meter reads: 10 --> 8. My! My! That was fast! Given a little more time, and he can be officially branded with the scarlet letter.

With the completion of the prescribed regimen, I came back to Doctor X and had my blood aspirated to determine the success of the treatment.

       Gram stain result: Multiple heart shaped cocci in pairs seen in oil immersion field.

Clearly, getting rid of the love bug was going to need a stronger dose!

To be continued…

Note: Aside from not kissing, this one also refuses to reach climax! Just a heads up.