Inferioritis: Search for a Cure
Copyright© 2021 by OmegaPet-58
Chapter 6: Cards on the Table
Romantic Sex Story: Chapter 6: Cards on the Table - His disease was emotional. Hers was in her pancreas. Algebra brought them together. The earth tried to eat her. Then he learned to eat her, and they lived in their sex palace. There's a fairy godmother, Bluetooth, and auto financing. Excess happy tears. And a medical breakthrough. Also, horses.
Caution: This Romantic Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/ft Romantic Heterosexual Fiction Rags To Riches School White Male Hispanic Female Anal Sex Masturbation Oral Sex Petting Pregnancy Small Breasts
At lunch, Dan was surprised when Grace sat with him and presented a bowl of ice cream. “I’m sorry,” he started to say. Grace blocked his lips with her finger. “Quiet, you. We need to talk.”
“First, when somebody helps me, they shouldn’t flee like a scolded puppy before I can explain things to my parents.” Dan started to object. “Shut up. Eat.”
“Second, I don’t know anything about you. Just your name, math skills, and that we’re both in the clinic. I want to know more.”
“Third (no, you keep on eating), how did you know I needed sugar? I don’t wear an alert bracelet or anything. You can talk now.”
“Grace, I’m sorry I... “ “No, start again.” “But I didn’t do anything. The staff... “ “The staff can kiss my super-compact ass. You didn’t hesitate, you jumped in and took charge. And again, how did you know I needed sugar?”
“Your breath smelled.” “What!?” “Like nail polish. Then Frances found your glucose tablets in your bag. So we figured it out.” “You weren’t scared?” “I was, but I guessed you could beat me up later as needed.” “But how did you know?” “I must have read something. I read a lot.”
“So, what’s a reader like you doing in a place like this?” “Oh, you wouldn’t be interested.” Grace literally growled. “Maybe I should beat you up! Why. Are. You. Here.”
“No surprise, I wasn’t eating. I felt insignificant, unimportant. I kept to myself, no friends. Just studying, schoolwork. P. E. was an ordeal.”
“OK, how about family?” “Just my sister and father.” “You don’t see your mother?” “Don’t have a mother.” “Oh, sorry. My parents are OK, but my mother is constantly griping about my weight.” “Too little?” “No, too much!” “Is she insane?” “Yes, actually. I wouldn’t be here, except my doctor called Child Services on her for feeding me her diet pills. The shrinks and my Pops are on to her, now.”
“Graciela Rodríguez Peña, pleased to meet you.” “Daniel Foley, at your service.”
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