Do the right thing, get your girlfriend the help she needs

After a few days of looking up the best help online, Amy finds a perfect man that would help her. You read his online reviews. A lot of them rave about how he got into their minds and penetrates who they truly are. His name is Deshawn Jones. He's an African American with many degrees in the solution of the mind.

You wait outside his office to put a face to the great things you have read about this man. Amy holding your hand, caring for you deeply. You could see the nervous state she is in. You lean over whispering everything will be okay. That your guy's relationship will grow stronger and past this little hiccup. She leans in telling you she is sorry about all of this.

The woman at the front desk said. "Amy. Deshawn can see you now."

Both of you walk into the therapist's office. A simple black leather chair that looks like one you saw in a catalog a while ago. The price is about one thousand or more, a few shelves with many trinkets. On this man's wall are all of his diplomas expanding all around. You also see a young co ed white woman standing next to the older maybe late thirties or early forties black man.

Speaking of the devil, the older man enters the fray. He grins a white Hollywood smile at the couple. He's bald, just like Micheal Jordan. He seems like a man who would shave his hair immediately when his hairline starts to recede.

"Hello, you must be John and Amy. An ah little habit you want her to get rid of right." The man speaks in a spine-chilling deep voice. He wearing an expensive suit. "Let's set down, and hear from Amy. My secretary only told me a few things about this... Mmm porn addiction."

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