
WEIGHT: 64 kg
Bust: AA
One HOUR:140$
Overnight: +100$
Services: Strap On, Food Sex, BDSM, Slave, Disabled Clients
I have also decided that for now, I will not be opening this page up to comments, because I do not have the time that it would take for addressing those comments here.
With a fairly new business, several email accounts, a patient portal, and a Yelp account, I have so many venues to address comments from people who want my opinion or my response, that I have decided that this is not the place for that……sorry! However, if you feel you just must say something, or comment on what is written here, feel free to email me at the practice email address, [email protected] —-.
First a little bit more about my life, my background, and ultimately what led me to be here, in Napa, opening my own private medical practice—-. My parents were older, distant people, who like many of their era felt that if they put a roof over my head and fed me, that was considered adequate, if not excellent parenting. My father always wanted me to be a doctor. I, however was completely against that idea. I just remember that I loved sports, loved taking care of people always baby-sat, and worked in day camps as a teenager and very badly wanted to leave home…….
I applied to a graduate school program in Physical Therapy that was far from home! And so it began………. They agreed, although they were not happy with the prospect of my leaving home. I was hooked. I had planned a summer trip abroad, and was to come back about two weeks before PT school was to start. I secured a sublet before heading out of Boston and was all set. Then I went on my trip abroad—a summer session at Universita Per Gli Stranieri University for Foreigners in Perugia, Italy home of the chocolates and the Amanda Knox debacle and then a few weeks in Greece before buckling down to two straight years of graduate school studies.
The trip was amazing. I lived with an Italian family for 6 weeks, and spent three weeks in Greece, on a half-organized-half independent tour. I happened to meet a wonderful Greek tourguide who may have met a different female tourist on each tour—who knows? I ended up staying way past my planned time, he was a tourguide and was able to change my return ticket returning to the U. I guess, at some point it MAY have seemed like I was not coming home at all—sorry family— But come home I did, reluctantly, and exhausted, to start a grueling course of study.