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I definitely will! “Yes, you're right, but that doesn't stop people from being mean and refusing anyway,” Adrielle replies softly. Angela nods in agreement. “So, about her sessions—” Adrielle doesn't even get a chance to ask, and I know exactly what she wants to know. Prices and how long this will last.

I said softly. “It's not that I…” “Please. Don't make me feel like I'm still a prisoner in my own home. Just let this one slide for me.” Luca inhaled deeply through his nose and nodded. “Your sessions last forty-five minutes to an hour. Gabriel would be here in thirty minutes, so he'll take you back home when you're done. Is that okay?” It was my turn to nod in agreement to his words. Receiving all this care and concern from Luca felt so amazing, and I couldn't help but wish it didn't come with the whole baggage of mafia, guns and kidnappings, even killings. Things would have been easier then for sure.

At four-fifteen the five of them go in. I know this because the group chat goes quiet, which is its own kind of signal. Phones put away. Full attention in the room. I get up and go to the kitchen. I make tea. Dominic is behind me. He puts the kettle on because he got there first then hovers around my face to give me a light morning kiss on the forehead. We stand in the kitchen in the four in the morning dark and we wait. The session lasts three hours. I know this in pieces, through texts between formal segments when phones are briefly permitted, through Margot who sends single words with the efficiency of someone who understands I need information and doesn't want to waste time on delivery.

"How long do we go?" "I set each 'turn' to last three minutes. If somebody has a climax or gets her off they can finish what they are doing then slap the timer, which resets it. This is a series of wind sprints, if we go longer than three minutes we will slow down at the end, but, a shorter period will not get us going."

Classes have been rescheduled to make room for the two hour sessions. These mentoring sessions could be held however the mentor wants. Online. Calls. Texts. Mails. In person. There are no limits, really. The point is that the class gets two hours of free period in the morning. Professor Orion told me he preferred physical meetings last week. Of course he will choose the most nerve wracking option, not considering our history. How the hell are we supposed to be together alone for two whole hours and not tear eachother's clothes off? I remember less of his ex-wife's outburst that unfortunate Sunday morning and maybe that is the problem. That is why I can't keep my thoughts clean when it comes

I took it and replied "The feeling is mutual." She smiled and said "Well,shall we get started." My father spoke up. "Well,I am really happy that you already know who we are. When we spoke on the phone,I thought I would have to do another introduction. Thank God I didn't have to do that. But when will we come to pick her up?" Mrs. Nicole clapped her hands before she replied "the session lasts for one hour. So by 10,I should be done with her. And I will give her the days she will be coming for her sessions."

I hold his gaze for a second longer than I usually would, before speaking. “Since you didn’t come on time, Mr Martinez, this session will only last for twenty minutes.” A slight tilt of his head is the only response I get. I set a timer on my phone, for exactly twenty minutes, then I begin to speak. “Today, we’ll be focusing on your childhood.” A faint smirk touches his lips. “Is that so?” “Yes.” He leans back slightly, one arm resting against the chair, his posture relaxed in a way that feels almost mocking.

I asked while raising my own brow in a manner similar to the way she’d just raised hers. “You know it isn’t,” she said with exasperation. “I’ll think about it,” I said as I stood to make my leave. “This may be your last session, but your time isn’t up yet,” she said, commandingly. “Sit.” I looked at my watch and scowled as I plopped my backside back down onto the chair while looking at the clock on the wall, “Three minutes. Are you serious?” “A lot can be said in three minutes,” she said, briskly.

William replies as he sits on his work seat. “Our?” I ask as I turn around. “My… my services” William explains. I lean myself on the wall and stare at him “I don’t get it” I say. “Don’t they have loved ones, people miss them while they’re gone?” I ask as I walk closer to his desk. “Yeah some of them wanted to see how desperate the one they loved, some of them avoid debt, some of them do for fun. Typically a session only lasts six hours, not enough time to arouse suspicion” He starts.

"Football plays, debate stuff, same thing." "It's not the same thing." "Sure it is. It's just information." He glanced at his phone again. "Hey, how much longer is this going to take? I've got plans at eight." "We've barely started." "But you explained the structure thing. That's progress, right?" He stood up, slinging his backpack over his shoulder. "We can pick this up next time." "We have three weeks," "Every session matters." "And I'll be at the next one. Promise." He was already backing toward the door. "Same time Wednesday?"