Board Thread:Private Roleplays/@comment-4059927-20170323230200/@comment-4059927-20170325030517

"You keep believing that, bud." The therapist chuckled. "Now get out." After all were interviewed the Therapist knew which one would be optimal for the job in mind. He grabbed his phone and sent a single text.

Later on in the Boys dorm the guys were sitting together and Greg checked his phone. He turned pale and gulped. He knew he had to comply.

"So that fucking therapy session was bullshit." Michael declared.