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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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It all started when Cathy, my best friend -
who has to be one of the most relaxed and libertarian women I know - told me about her son's exam tensions.
"Josh likes uni but he's so stressed. He'd normally be getting rid of his excess testosterone through sports. But he really hasn't got the time as he's so far behind and anyway, he's hurt his back from soccer so he can't."
"No girlfriend?" I asked. He's a good looking lad, after all - tall, athletic/lean - typical runners build - and lovely smile. An all together dishy 19 year old.
"No, she dumped him 2 months ago. Said he wasnt assertive enough and she's now with a final year student"
Ouch!
"Kali dear" - she humoured me when I was dressed up - "Josh is going through the Kleenex like it's toilet paper. I worry he's going to acquire all sorts of problems - like his dad with premature ejaculation. And his room stinks of ...."
"Cathy! Stop it!" I said loudly, interrupting her whinge. Partly because it's not what I wanted to be talking to Cathy about. And partly because I was getting aroused.
"Look, you know he trusts me". I said. "May be I can give him some advice. He's an adult now so I dont need to censor what i say, do I?" I asked, innocently.
Cathy had a strange smirk on her mouth. "I'm sure you can help, Kali"
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