Comhroinn Fuaime

I continue speaking into the phone, my pantyhosed foot still pressed firmly against your face as "jih-sell"'s voice echoes through the receiver, cold and analytical. ""jih-sell" 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