Chapter 5 Cruel love

*** Carl ***

No, but I have never seen a woman who speaks as much as it is very tiny. But apparently it does not prevent it from being so big herself. She does not stop talking talk speak while we are in full year.

She: You do not think that the name Carl is too small for your body?

Me: I was not born with all his muscles you know. Now Madam do you silent.

She: Primo call me love and axoo I'm at my so I speak as much as I want. You just have to get your eyes. Eye! I just fold his foot a little too strong towards the back to punish it. No, but for who does she get to talk to me as well? She was a moment when we continue our meeting. This woman is of a finesse. When I pose my hand on his hip I feel like it is a doll so my hand to big on her. It may be me who is a little too costy to tell the truth. She she has just a normal form.

In any case for a woman of her age she is sexy in addition I am sure she has children or a slight lines of stretch marks that crosses it to the belly. We finish the session and I'm preparing to leave.

LORAINE: Wait for I give you a refreshing machine.

Me: No thank you that goes.

LORAINE: Well we will put things at the point. I make you up to you so much the minimum is that after the sessions you refrain you because it is the energy you spend and it's not worth saying to me because I'm going to continue to import you with that until you accept. I look at her and she seems very stubborn.

Me: Ok but it will be for the next sitting. I have something planned. The only thing I have planned is to return to the gym to continue my training. I tell him that just to get rid of her. I will find another excuse at the next sitting. I want to leave and she still retains me again.

LORAINE: Good let me at least give you your check.

I: You will do it at the end of our contract. Now if you want to apologize. I do not give him the opportunity to place another and go out of the house. I feel that I will have the thread to be twist with this woman. I go back to the gym to resume my exercises. I bought a room I turned into gym to be able to have more space to make my weight. At first I was alone, but after I gave access to other guys who want to get away from a small sum. So I separated the room in two to always have my private space to me. I do not like to get roughly to rub themselves. Let's say I'm a lonely. Women and children are not for my moment my priority. Why did you want to be a curable? Lol I speak already like this woman. Well it was just to have more confidence in me and also intimidate all those who have walked me in the past. I have always been the one who was taking care without reason, the one we dropped. I was a lot of trampt and all that because I did not have a family to defend myself. I was alone in the world.

My parents died and my sister won. I do not even know if it is always alive. After Analysis I concluded that I was done so much so I spend all my days to develop the pectorals. Only recently decided to give home sessions. A little under will not hurt me even if I do not need much in my life. I will use them to buy me more materials more efficient. I'm not saying that I never wanted to have a family but this project I gave up a long time ago. All women are attracted by my physics but never interested in the person below. That pleases us to have someone's bonkest on their side to intimidate people or feel greater than one if I was an object of fair. Whenever a woman sees me she does by opening up the eyes "Whoh" and subsequently they are running after just by curiosity. She want to know what a man like me can hide in his pants. Women love mysterious things and I'm one of us. I have been used as a bullying object.

They want me all to intimidate their enemies or their "rivals" as if I told them that I was going to fight for them. I never do not even fight for a woman. I know them where and then I will fight for them? In addition if I have to fight I think I will finish my days in prison because my only fist in the face of someone can send it direct to the morgue in any case if I bet my whole force. I am not a steep even less offender but that's what many people think of me because of my morphology but especially my huge tattoo at the left shoulder. If the muscle and having a tattoo makes someone a gangster so there yes I'm one. When some people see me immediately they were escrowing me by detachering the head at the tip of my feet after which they rank in the category "dangerous people to avoid". I remember to have someone who is one day in the stairs of the building where I live and I think this person was afraid of his life. She was justified and watched us like to see if I was going to jump on it. I just watched him then I continued my way. I do not have time for these bullshit. Love, affection, tenderness I never had it.

Good being a kid I just had a little bit but it did not last very long. How to have love and tenderness when your father is an eternal alcoholic and your mother too busy looking for what to survive his family since the one who had to do it have been disengaged? My big sister was often the effort to take care of me but herself being still small in need. My father, the buried beat herself celebrated my mother and he missed so much that one day she succumbed under his blows. As a loose he was given the death thus leaving me alone with my sister until she also after a few times disappears. But I know she did not give up, she had to have a problem and I hope someday find it finally if she is always alive. I got everything down until you stay where I am. This experience made me a whole other man. I am very very worseful, cut from the outside world. There is nothing in my life that is envirant if many like my morphology.

No woman is made for me and I'm not done for any woman. I live like that waiting for the day of my death. I think I had enough woman in my bed so much to be sure now. So I prefer to keep them away from me. I do not like we hurt his wife, I have seen enough my mother cry for no longer want to see others in the same state even less by my fault and I know that a woman who gets a bit too much from me will eventually get the broken heart. I do not know loved. We never had to be so learned so I prefer to stay away from all this. In the evening I climb in my appart-based on the gymnasium in the building. I preferred having them in the same place like that I can move from one to another more easily without doing long distance. My apartment is not luxurious, as long as I have a bed to rest my head, a kitchen to make me eat, an armchair and a TV to relax that will go. This is all that there is in this house in addition to my dog that is my only companion. I do not know any of my neighbors and they are not. We do not need to know about all ways since it has nothing to share. My my life is summed up to me, my gymnasium and that's all.

*** A week later ***

I was right when I said that I will have the thread to be twist with this woman, Loraine. She managed to give me acknowledgment to take a perspective after the sessions but I still keep my distances and my hyper serious mine. She is always sole pipette but at least she is not insolent just a little too sincere. She says everything that goes through his head and crazy about the repercussions. I have not met his children yet, they are at school during our hours of sessions. We are in the kitchen that I find very spacious just like the rest of the house, moreover. She must be really fricked to judge what I see. She we tightens us our juice glasses and stays standing up on the work plan while I'm sitting in front of her.

LORAINE: Say that happens to you to smile?

Me: I'm not going to smile if there is nothing funny.

LORAINE: It's not about if something funny or not. It feels on your face that you never laugh. The muscles are attached to it.

Me: Hum.

LORAINE: You do not speak much more.

Me: Hum. She looks at me by placing the eyes look like "This type is really weird". She puts his glass she held until then between his two hands and advances towards me. The head dropped I look at him from the top of the eyes to know what she will do and quickly react in case of case. But I already know what she will do. They all do so.

LORAINE: SAY I can touch your muscles to see ... It's pretty good to hand his arc to my arm I get up and realls.

Me: No you can not.

LORAINE: Why? I will not do anything, I just want to touch to see how they are formed it's all.

Me: No, I do not like we touching them.

LORAINE: And why?

Me: Because you are not my wife or my girlfriend to do it. Only my loved ones have the right. (Except that I do not have a look so no one touches me). Of course, she can not touch me.

No woman has the right to the right. I hate that we get closer to me just for my muscles. I have heard them heard each other and I have more than MARRE.

*** LORAINE ***

No, but this type is really weird from weird. He has the right to touch me as he wants during our sessions but I do not have the right to even affect a muscle. PFF, I think he must be cheerful or something like this. But good I prefer not to insist. I turned my way back to my place and take my glass of juice.

Carl: Good I have to go now. In fact tomorrow I will not be there, I have to go back new materials for my gymnasium.

Me: Ok not worry, so we're told Monday.

Carl: Yes. He turns his wide back and goes away. This guy is a little too much reserved for my taste especially for the work it does. I hope to know more about him over time and I also hope to get out of her bubble.

I am starting to appreciate it even if he plays the hards. It is not at all my kind of man but I find it really sexy with his huge tattoo on his left side.