All About Me Questions の小説・ストーリー

"What do you mean by a different way?" "Tell me everything about your friend. Is he married or single? Does he have a girlfriend, a baby mama, or a child? Is he responsible? Has he met his mate yet? Has..." She bombarded me with more than a hundred questions in a minute. Where would I even start? I shouldn't have come here in the first place. "No, he's not in a relationship, and he has no children."

"We've already gone over the questions. You're going to be fine." I nod, I have no other choice but to be fine. We take our appointed seats, and the hosts assure us once again that they'll only ask the questions that were sent over. For the next half an hour, I have to answer everything they ask me. They ask how I'm feeling now, how I felt when I found out who my parents were, and how I feel about Raquel Whittle. I've gone over the answers with the publicist probably ten times, but my heart still feels like it will jump out of my chest.

I asked and he just laughed "You bombarded me with so many questions I don't know where to start from, which one should I answer first?" He said laughing "Who are you really and please don't tell me you're just an anchor" I said with a serious look "You said it already...I'm just a guy who's an anchor for a channel that uncovers dark secrets or let's say always interested in the society in general"

I just upload and move on so he can't complain I'm taking my time. The next section is more invasive. It asks for everything. My height, weight, hair color, eye color. It even asks about piercings and tattoos. Then it goes deeper, and asks me about any freckles, scars, or birthmarks that I have. I hesitate and stare at those ones, it feels oddly specific, even for a site like this. But then again, I remind myself that people have kinks for everything. Someone out there probably thinks a birthmark on the thigh is the height of eroticism. Who knows?

"Tell me about your week." If we were friends or even a couple, that would be a sweet, normal thing to ask, but here in this room, it's a challenge. I don't know why I'm so messed up about this, but questions that I'd happily answer for Dr Ambrose out there in the real world, in here, I refuse to give anything away. "I had classes." He grunts. That means go on, and also don't fight me, Gardenia. I know all of Dr Ambrose's little grunts and noises.

My instinct was strongly voting that he was telling the truth—though I hoped it had nothing to do with me wanting to jump him right now and fuck the hell out of him. “I have so many questions… I mean, don’t get me wrong. I believe you, though I have no idea why. But I’m still so confused.” “Okay. You can ask me five questions, and I promise to answer them honestly.” I took a deep breath and tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. “Okay, here’s my first question. How do you know who I am and what I came for?”

"I'm going to ask you something, and it's important that you tell me the truth." I nodded. I'd tell him anything he wanted. I was his good girl. "Do you...and please, please answer honestly. Right now, do you need to masturbate?" My life flashed before my eyes. All of it. Growing up in Albany, playing video games for hours on end, meeting Aaden, having my boys, moving out of New York State, switching jobs...in a moment, I saw everything I'd ever done, and I was ready to die. Part of me wanted to faint. That would be a good excuse not to answer, right? I couldn't will myself to death, but I'm sure that with a little effort, I could force myself unconscious.

Anyone asking too many questions. Including me.

Ah, I will call Annie. Start dialing Annie's number. Ring. Ring. "Hello, what's up,?" Annie from the other line. "Hi, Annie. Are you busy? Can I ask you a question?," I said, quite hesitant. "Yeah, I'm free now. What is it?" she replied. "Please don't laugh at me and please don't ask me any question. I just need your answer. Okay?" I requested. "Yeah, sure. Okay. What is it?" Annie sounding puzzled.

In thirty minutes to be exact. “You can fill this out while you wait.” Melissa slammed a clipboard and a pen down on the counter with an attitude. Alyssa grabbed it rolling her eyes at the now snobby secretary. The questionnaire was pretty extensive. Mostly her medical history, if she had any heart problems or back pains. There was a permission to draw blood form as well to test for any diseases which sparked Alyssa’s curiosity. This place was a cover-up porn palace. It also asked her age and was she married and the last time she had seen an OBGYN. “And don’t lie.” She looked up to Melissa, staring at her rudely. “Trust me I have nothing to lie about.” She responded with the same rude attitu