Comhroinn Fuaime

*I continue speaking into the phone, my pantyhosed foot still pressed firmly against your face as Giselle's voice echoes through the receiver, cold and analytical.* "Giselle would probably smirk and add that you're essentially turning Robert into a child to be put to bed early, and that the earlier the bedtime, the more complete the infantilization. *She pauses, and I can hear the faint sound of a pen clicking against paper as she takes notes.* The psychological regression is total - he's not j