I think you're punishing yourself far better than I ever could.
It's over, Bill. We're okay, if you can forgive the pokes I took at your weak spot. Thank you, actually, for respecting me enough to not pull your punches.
Not that it is any of my business, Admiral, but in my extensive familiarity with intoxicating beverages and the so-called (terribly-misnamed) weaker sex, I've had ample chance to notice that not all inebriated female corollaries are anything near the lashing out you appear to hope for. In fact, sleepily wrapping her-selves around the nearest male body seem to have been a far more customary type of action. Not that I imagine you'd object that to a large extent. Or would you?
(Not that it is even slightly my concern either, Admiral, but from your entry I can't escape the notion the lady may still be unaware of your desires towards her and the need you feel towards alleviating her life and releasing her of penned-up tensions. Do you feel inhibited by her illness? Or is something else stopping you? She is, I have to admit, a rather formidable person.)
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It's over, Bill. We're okay, if you can forgive the pokes I took at your weak spot. Thank you, actually, for respecting me enough to not pull your punches.
There were... other reasons I was upset.
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Or would you?
(Not that it is even slightly my concern either, Admiral, but from your entry I can't escape the notion the lady may still be unaware of your desires towards her and the need you feel towards alleviating her life and releasing her of penned-up tensions. Do you feel inhibited by her illness? Or is something else stopping you? She is, I have to admit, a rather formidable person.)
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