De-Tox: Adhesive Therapy

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Summary

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I had picked up an addiction, I am not proud of.

How or why I had gotten addicted to this substance; but I soon had realized it as a fact of life. One I could not deny.

It is not just embarrassing, to me; but a hindrance in my life, one I can not afford to indulge in. With that, I had chosen to accept a De-Tox treatment.

While I have tried a few of these in the past, all with mixed and varied results. With that, I had opted for a new treatment, I had just stumbled upon.

“Ad-hesive Therapy” the title reads.

“Does this insinuate, they will be applying glue to me?” I ponder; “Or, am I supposed to inhale it?” I continue questioning.

Either way, I had managed to get to the location, where they will be performing this therapy as prescribed. I will be exposed, to what is referred to as a multi-componental adhesive; rather than bluntly gluing me to the surface of choice.

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Once I had reached the address the site had referred to; I find a seemingly ordinary Villa, in a very ordinary villa complex.

After I had double and triple confirmed, that I had reached the correct address; I walk up to the door; knocking, expecting someone to open the door. She does come, indeed.

A Girl in her early twenties, wearing a pristine silicone white Nurse uniform is greeting me in the door. She eagerly grant me entrance, taking a step to the side; whereupon I step in into the cloaking room, whereupon she close the door behind me.

“Greetings, Miss; you are here, for the Adhesive Therapy De-tox?” she inquires.

“Yes, Nurse!” I confirm.

“Right this way, please!” she urges, as she is leading me further into the building.

I follow her into a small room, decorated as an office. She sits down behind the desk, indicating for me to take the seat on the other side of the desk. I eagerly follow her direction, sitting down in the comfortable seat.

“I will need a signature, from you..” she explains; “then I wil need you to press down the palm of your right hand onto the plaque on the desk before you, and spread your fingers wide, please!” she concludes.

Naturally; the form I am to sign is already lying on the desk-top, waiting for my signature.

“Please, read the description of the therapy; before we continue, Miss!” she explains, indicating the printed text on the first page of the form.

I take the time, reading the detailed description; finding no real issues, even if I had been a bit worried about how they were to glue me into place.

After I had read the text, carefully; I pick up the pen and sign the contract, whereupon I place the palm of my right hand onto the plaque as instructed.

The glossy, black, rubbery surface gives me a warm and inviting sensation in the process, surprising me a bit..

“Oh…” I exclaim.

“Since you have signed the contract, confirming that you understand and agree to take part in this therapy; it is time for me to lead you to the therapy room!” she explains.

I eagerly follow her. I just have to walk several flights of stairs down; before she is presenting the room to me..

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Adhesive Therapy

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