Sunny McKay Slip of the Tongue sc7

And myself, I feel--

I feel unshackled, audacious.

I want more sex.

Hello, Dr. Lawrence here.

Oh, hello, Dr. Casey.

Sure.

OK, Lena.

Please call me Dan.

How's April doing, anyway?

Good, I thought a woman's touch was called for.

Yes.

Yes, I'm available to discuss her case.

Are you home this evening?

If you feel it's that urgent, sure, I'll be there.

8 o'clock.

No problem.

I'll be there, 8 o'clock, OK?

Bye.

So I hear you wanted to speak to me about April.

No, that was just pretense.

I actually was thinking about other things

except talking.

Mm-hmm.

God, it feels so good.

You like that?

Yeah.

Oh God, yes.

Can't wait anymore, God.

I know.

I'm dreaming.

Oh, yeah.

Oh God.

Oh God.

I don't want to be so mad.

Yes, I can feel it.

It's so cold.

It's so cold.

I can't move.

It's cold.

Oh, God.

I can't.

I just want to dance.

I know.

Yes.

Yes.

Yes.

Oh, God, it's cold.

Yes, yes,...yes

Oh, God.

Oh, yeah, yeah.

Oh, it's coming.

I just want to--

I'm-- I'm going to kill myself.

Oh, God.

Yes.

Yes.

Yes.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh, yes.

Yes.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh, God.

Oh.

Tell me about yourself.

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