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Sitting to the table, type had his arms wrapped about himself, to be looking and hard at the floor to take in deep breathes.
Looking up the doctor came in to shake his head.
"No, you are not pregnant."
Type took in a very deep long breathe to then get off the table.
The doctor went closer to then have placed the clip board to the table to the side of him to then prompt types eyes lid open to then shine a light to his pupil.
Type then moved his head back to eye over him.
"What are you doing?"
The doctor then placed his light back to his pocket too look over type.
"Why do you think you would be pregnant after the conversation we had?"
Type signed to then turn his head to the side.
"Oddly......I only remember bits and pieces to that."
The doctor raised an eye brow.
"You didn't take that other medication I prescribed did you?"
Type then looked back to the doctor..
"Why would you say that?"
"Your having problems with your memory, I can see that. This is an affect of becoming sexually active semi."
Type signed to then grit his teeth.
"Can I still take the medication?"
The doctor nodded .
"If your not going to be fully sexually active, then yes."
Type rolled his eyes to start to go about the doctor.
"I'll take the medication."
The doctor turned to eye type.
"Condoms, can also stop pregnancy, if you want to continue to have unprotected sex. So I don't have to see you in here every time. All though your birth control that you take every day will stop it has well. Just keep taking it."
Type signed has he was stopped before the door.
"Doctor. Why am I to be shaking?"
The doctor made a face.
"I told you this last time. Your body is designed to become pregnant. Since you have had sex, unprotected. Your body is craving semen. It wants to carry a child. Now if you were having sex everyday, you wouldn't be having the shakes, however since it seems you are not, that is why I have prescribed that other medication that has to be taken every day has well. There is a danger to not taking that medication and having the shakes. Your memory will start to go and...... Being around others...... Yourll become one of those pregmans that just spread there legs for anyone, because you're body is trying to get pregnant."
Types whole body shook to then open the door to then leave and quick.
The doctor looked over him to make a face.
Going outside, type went and quick to his home, it was almost time to take his birth control and he was going to take that other medication.
Growing up when what he was, was talked about he saw those types of pregmans at school and on the news, type did not want to become like that.
Going home, he went to take his birth control then that other medication to take in deep breathes to feel the shakes start to stop to then start to feel like himself, even his memory wasent loose anymore.
Type gritted his teeth to then turn to go to the kitchen to then narrow himself something to eat to then sit to the table to eye over his food to sign.
Why can't I just be fucking normal! I understand my parents needed the money just to raise me, but to go into something like this, did they even fully give it a thought?
Type shook his head to then make a face has he felt his back pocket start to vibrate, he then took a hand to it to then pull it out to eye over his phone to then place to his ear.
"Is there a reason why you are calling me?"
Mr. Tyme was before a fire place, with his shirt partly open, to have his eyes to the side to be looking at a knife he was playing with, the tip of it was too a table while his hand was to the other end.
"Are you pregnant?"
Type rolled his eyes.
"Stop having me followed!"
"Mm.... Maybe I would if you weren't so stoic and secretive."
Type took in a very deep breathe.
"I'm hanging up now."
"Type...... You need to tell me, or I will show up to your home."
Type rolled his eyes.
"I'm not. Now just leave me alone!"
Mr. Tyme lightly chuckled.
"I believe you and I both know that is not going to happen. Mm..... Something I do need to inquire about is...... Why were you.... Shaking like that? My cock was to good?"
Type took in a deep breathe has he heard laughter to the other end.
"You're small and can't fuck right. Now you need to leave me alone so I can do my job! Or would you like to be losing more money, especially when you do business with Mr. Phyta."
Mr. Tyme raised an eye brow.
"Did you see something at today's meeting?"
"He's sketchy. Saw that and the files you gave me do not add up. Now I've had enough of today. I wish you eat and go to bed "
"Mm.... Would you also like for me to come over?"
Type rolled his eyes.
"Listen you fucking rapist pervert! What has happened will not ever again! I will find a woman. I am not a disgusting queer like you! Leave me alone!"
Type then turned off his phone.
Mr. Tyme then took the phone from his ear to then eye over it with a smirk to then tense to moan a bit to look down at a boy who was 2 years younger then him sucking on his cock.
"Mm.... That's enough..... Can't seem to cum with you."
Tharn then placed his hand to the boys hair to then toss him back to eye over him.
"Get lost."
The boy nodded to then leave.
Tharn settled back down to then pick up his knife to stare at it to begin playing with it again.
That others mouth just was not has wet has types ass. Couldn't really get into it.
Mr. Tyme laughed to start to think on how he was going to get to type once again, for those to were very far from being over any time soon.
To type, he stab at his food to shake his head not to know that Mr. Tyme was planning something for him rather he liked it or not.