Toby's the type to let everyone else talk and never contribute to the conversation. Ha, that's what makes him a good shrink I guess. But I like to ask questions, sometimes "too personal" (whatever that means), and I've been told that I don't know when to stop.
He's kinda a pro at dodging my questions and distracting me, so despite directly asking him a hundred times if he's into spanking, I never got a direct answer. I guess I like talking about myself too much. I described in dramaticized detail the punishments I'd received over the last year, trying to engage him in conversation about it. Always ended up in some kind of psychoanalysis of me, unrelated to spanking.
He did share other tidbits about himself with me, though. Like he's from a dysfunctional family, took care of his lil sis a lot, which is sorta how he first related to Vic.
Actually he and Vic instantly connected. They met before Toby came to see me in jail, introduced in person by Molly. When I saw the two of them together, I realized why Toby was so invested in me — he empathized with Vic. He had to take care of his sis in the same way Vic cared for me. He'd experienced the same fears and anger and love. He swooped in for Vic, just like he wished someone had done for him.
That's how I realized my first impression of him was dead wrong. Honestly, I'm not sure we'd be here today if I hadn't met him.
All the pieces that had to come together for us to meet... like, I don't believe those bullshit memes "everything happens for a reason"... but sometimes I can feel almost... grateful that all the shit happened, just for everything that followed. I guess that's why I'm a masochist. Pain is worth it.
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