"Well Gerald this is therapy" I said, a mocking smile gracing my face. Mhmm, he was now seething. "For the last time you insolent fųcking bįtch" My smile twitched at the corner of my lips. God I hated that word. God, fųcking damn it I really hated that word. I was finding it very hard to keep my composure at the moment. "Don't call me Gerald, EVER, again, you disgusting bitc-" He breathed. That's where I lost it. A sharp intake of breath raced through his pink lips, as his body was knocked over by a strong force. That force being a short, curly haired, black women who has had enough of his shit.